"It seems not."
"If there is any one within the sound of my voice let him step forward!" exclaimed Chase.
His voice, raised so as to penetrate far beyond, rang out with startling distinctness.
A moment of great expectancy followed.
No answer was received.
"Come on, fellows! Let's get busy," burst out Don, impatiently.
This proposition did not at all appeal to Chase Manning, but he made no protest, his fear of ridicule being greater than his fear of the unseen and the unknown.
So, instead of leaving the Château de Morancourt at once, as they had intended, the three ambulanciers began a tramp from one great hall to another, searching—searching. And though the "man-hunt," as Don Hale dubbed it, proved both interesting and exciting it brought forth no result.
After the lapse of three-quarters of an hour they were back in the apartment which they had first entered, and Dunstan thereupon straightened himself up, exclaiming:
"No use, boys—the other visitors have probably gone."