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Ng big that drags me into the woods again." The little group stood there
for a minute to recover their wind, which had been more or less
exhausted in the last desperate push through the dark woods. "Ready to
move on, fellows?" demanded Paul, who had apparently not changed his
mind, and was more than ever bent on covering the last lap lying between
themselves and the pond. Jack and Wallace fell in on either side, and
the march was begun. Since the other pair did not wish to be left
behind, they were forced to accompany themselves to the movements of the
trio. Thus they walked perhaps a full hundred yards along the winding
road, with the stars showing overhead, and the black mysterious woods
flanking them on either side. The shouts had apparently ceased; at least
none had been heard since the five lads reached open territory. Again it
was Bobolink who caught a sound of some sort. "Tell me again I'm hearing
owls, will you, fellows? If that ain't a gasoline wagon climbing a hill
ahead there I'm off my guess," he whispered. "Chug! chug!" came the
plain sound, as the air current veered more toward the point toward
which they were heading. "I know that hill," Paul observed, as if
talking to himself; "it's just this side of the mill pond. That means
the car is coming this way. The two gentlemen are separating themselves
from their dear friend, Solus Smithers. Why, I wonder? Would Mr. Pender
have anything to do with it?" "Wow! did you see that?" gasped Bobolink,
proving that his plaint about his eyes closing up could hardly be based
on solid ground. "Somebody struck a match, and it went out! Whoever it
is, he's on the road just ahead of us, fellows!" whispered Jack. "Back
up into the scrub here. Quick! for perhaps he's got another match!" said
Paul, following up his words by instant action. They managed to cower
down in the brush, though Bobolink muttered something to the effect that
he had received another jab in the neighborhood of his wretched eyes.
"Look! he's done it, Paul, just as you said he would!" whispered Jack.
"Yes, he's shielding it from the breeze till it gets strong.
There--well, what d'ye think of that, fellers?" gasped William. "It's
Ted!" muttered Wallace, staring hard at the figure that seemed to be
huddled up on the road a little distance away. "What do you suppose the
silly goose is doing on his knees?" came