"And what"s more, Miss Robbins will not be along," spoke Cora. "I have heard of all sorts of things being permissible in the business world, but this, from a young lady, seems to be----"
"The utmost," admitted Jack. "But, sis, you must make allowances. We would dump Miss Robbins in the mountains, and likely crawl home by train, while the hotel reputation will continue to reputate."
"Suppose we quit buzzing and get at the car," suggested Ed. "Seems, though, as if Cora had about fixed it up."
"I"m not so sure," said Cora eagerly. "I am afraid that there"s something wrong other than the "busted" tire. I was just about to look when you gentlemen returned. But will you please finish pumping first?"
Finally it was hard enough, and then Cora jumped into the car, while Jack cranked up. A noise that might have come from a distant sawmill rewarded the effort.
"A nut or a pin loose," suggested Walter, who now did what Jack called the "collar-b.u.t.ton crawl" under the big car.
But that was only the beginning, and the end was that night came on and made faces at a very desolate party of young people, stalled miles from nowhere, with nothing but remorse of conscience to keep off the damp, night air.
Jack went around literally kicking himself, demanding to know whether they hadn"t done the same thing before, and dumped those poor girls in a graveyard at midnight. When would boys learn that girls can"t be trusted out of sight, and so, while the boys are supposed to be the girls" brothers, these same brothers must forego sport of the racing brand?
Jack really felt the situation keenly. There was no way out of it, the girls could not get to a town even in the able-bodied cars, for Cora would no more leave her _Whirlwind_ there in the darkness than she would have left Bess or Belle. Then, when it was proposed that one of the boys stay to guard the machine, and the others of the party go along to some place, the objection of "no Miss Robbins" robbed the distracted young men of their last argument.
"We will stay together," announced Cora. "At any rate, that will be better than some of us going to a hotel, and all that sort of thing.
We can bunk in the cars."
"Oh, in the woods!" almost shrieked Belle.
"Well, no, you might go up a tree," said Cora rather crossly.
"There"s many a nest unseen----"
"Wallie, you quit. The unseen nest is not for yours. You are hereby appointed for guard duty!" and Ed s.n.a.t.c.hed up a stout stick to serve as "arms" for the guard.
"I have a little something," admitted Jack, flashing a brand new revolver. "I have heard of the gypsy camps around these mountains, so I came prepared."
"Oh, those gypsies!" and Belle had another spasm. "I feel that something will happen tonight! Those dreadful gypsies!"
"We can lock you in the tonneau of Cora"s car," suggested Ed, "and when the gypsies come they can"t "gyp" you. They may take all of us, but no power on earth, not even palm reading, can move that monster."
The idea that she really could be locked up in the car gave Belle some comfort, although Bess and Hazel were holding a most secret convention over under a tree, where the last rays of light lingered as day hurried along.
"Why did you speak about the gypsies?" Cora asked Jack, by way of reproof rather than question. "You know the girls go off in kinks when they think of the burglar."
"Well, I suppose I shouldn"t. But the fact is, we might as well be prepared, for there are bands of our friends tied up around these hills. Fortune telling is a great business among summer idlers."
"Well, I hope we have seen the last of them. I"m going to stay in the open, in the _Flyaway_. I"d rather do it than be cooped up with the girls in the tonneau, and there will be room for Bess, Belle and Hazel inside the _Whirlwind_. It won"t be so bad--a night in the wide open."
"Oh, we fellows don"t mind it, but, sis, might not some coc.o.o.n drop in your hair in the night? We had better rig up some sort of hood."
"My own hood will do nicely, and I am almost dead from the exertion of that tire. I grant you, I will not lie awake listening for gypsies."
"Then we boys will take turns on the picket," said Ed. "You can really depend upon us this time, girls. One will be awake and watching every minute."
"Oh, I"m sure it"s all right out here," replied Cora. "What would any one want in these woods at night?"
"Might want fishing tackle," answered Walter. "Yes, I agree with thee, Edward; it is up to us to stay up to-night."
With this positive a.s.surance, the young ladies proceeded to make themselves comfortable in their novel quarters. Cora curled up in the _Flyaway_, and the _Comet_, with Ed and Jack "sitting up in a lying-down posture," as they expressed it, was placed just where the young men could hear the girls whisper should any gypsies appear, or rather be scented. The first man to do picket duty, Walter, was in the _Get-There_, directly out in the road, so that presently it seemed a night in the wide open might be a novelty rather than a misfortune.
Some time must have pa.s.sed. Belle declared she was not asleep. Bess vowed she was still asleep. Hazel begged both girls to keep quiet, but the light of the gas lamps from the _Get-There_ was bobbing about, and the flash of a new revolver was reflected in the night.
"What can be the matter?" sobbed Belle. "Oh, I knew we shouldn"t stay in these dreadful woods."
"As if we could help it," complained her sister. "Belle, if you insist upon going on motor tours, why don"t you try to get some sense?"
"All right, there!" called Jack, who now, with another headlight in hand, was looking under and about the _Whirlwind_.
"Yes! What"s the matter?" answered and asked Bess.
"Nothing that we know of," replied Jack, "but Wallie thought he scented game, and we need something for breakfast."
"Goodness sakes! Likely a turtle or something," growled Bess, dropping her plump self down plumper than ever on the cushions.
"I don"t believe it," objected Belle. "They wouldn"t wake us up for a turtle--or something."
"Make it a moose then," suggested Hazel. "Moose are plenty in New England, they say."
"With the horns?" asked Belle.
"With and without," replied Hazel. "But if you don"t mind, I"m going out to join in the hunt. I have always longed for a real, live hunt."
"Oh, please don"t," begged Belle. "It might be a man!"
"No such luck. There"s Cora with her lamp. They are certainly after something," and with this she opened the tonneau door and went out with the others into the wild, dark, lonely night.
"I distinctly saw him," she heard Jack say. "Now, keep your nerve.
Cora, where is the little gun?"
"I"ve got it," she replied. "I feel better with it. You boys have two."
"What is it?" asked Hazel, now thoroughly alarmed.
"A man!" whispered Cora. "Walter saw him crawling around, and we are bound to find him. He is alone, that"s sure, and there are seven of us."
"Oh!" gasped Hazel. "But isn"t it dangerous?"
"A little, of course. But it would be worse to let sleeping dogs lie.
It may be a harmless tramp--or a poor laborer--a woodsman."
At the same time she knew perfectly well that any character of either type she mentioned would not go crawling around under stalled motor cars in the Berkshire hills.