“I want to go into that old house and find out just what all this mystery means.”
“I don’t dare leave the car,” said George.
“Then you stay here and look after it,” retorted Fred. “Grant and I will make our own inspections, won’t we?” he added as he turned to his companion.
Grant did not speak, but as he quickly leaped out of the car his example was at once followed by Fred and together the two boys started toward the house, the dim outline of which could be seen before them.
It was an ideal summer night. There was no moon, but as there were not many clouds in the sky the two boys were able to see about them in every direction. Crickets noisily were proclaiming their presence and the not unmusical notes of the tree toads joined in a chorus that arose from every side.
In silence the boys approached the front door of the house and just as they were about to enter there came again that mocking sound of an automobile horn.
In spite of his declaration of his courage Fred instantly gripped his companion’s arm. Neither of the boys spoke as they halted for a moment on the stone door-step.
The startling noise of the horn was followed by sounds even more unexpected. There were shouts and calls and cries issuing from within the building. In the midst of this strange confusion there was also heard the sound of laughter.
The combination at first appeared to be almost too strong for the nerves of the two Go Ahead boys. For an instant they turned and were looking back at the road where George was waiting for them in his automobile.
“Come on,” said Fred, his voice trembling in spite of his courageous attitude. “Come on in, Grant. We must find out about this thing.”