"Isn't it lonely," said Dorothy, getting into the disabled machine after the youths were out of sight.
"Not a bit," declared Tavia. "No tramps around here. But such a day! I almost feel as if one more thing must happen. Bad luck goes in threes, you know. One more will surely make up our day – "
"Oh, please don't talk so," and Dorothy shivered. "I do wish we were safely back in Dalton."
"And the boys gone back to the Cedars! Well, I would rather have the ride ahead of me, than to have it all ended. It is so nice to have good times. Sometimes I think I'll just run away, and see what there is to do and observe outside of that stupid old Dalton," exclaimed Tavia.
"Tavia!" and Dorothy's voice betrayed how shocked she was at the very thought of such a thing as "running away." "How can you talk so?"
"Oh, it's all very well for you, Doro. You can have and do as you please; but poor me! I must be content – "
"Tavia, I am sure I heard someone coming!" exclaimed Dorothy.
"Quite likely. This is a common road, you know. We have no fence around it."
"But suppose it should be some rough person – "
"If we don't like his looks when he comes up we can run," said Tavia, coolly.
"And leave the car?"
"Can't take it with us, surely."
For a few moments neither girl spoke. Dorothy had never gotten over the frights she had received when the man Anderson followed her for the purpose of getting information about the Burlock matter, and every trifling thing alarmed her now.
"It's a man," said Tavia, as the form of a heavily-built fellow could now be discerned on the path.
"Oh, and he has that same kind of hat on," sighed Dorothy, referring to the hat previously worn by Anderson.
"And it – really – does look like him! Let's run! We have just about time to get to that house. Come out this side. There, give me your hand," and Tavia, glancing back to the figure in the road, took Dorothy's hand and urged her on over the rough path, until Dorothy felt she must fall from fright and exhaustion.
The road to the farm house was on a little side path turning off from the one followed by the boys on their way to the blacksmith shop. Having once gained the spot where the roads met, Tavia stopped to look back at the car.
"I declare!" she gasped. "He is climbing into the machine."
"Oh, what shall we do?" wailed Dorothy.
"Can't do a thing but hide here until the boys come. We can see him if he gets out, but if we went over to the house we might miss the boys, and they might run right into his arms."
"Oh," cried Dorothy. "I am so dreadfully frightened. Don't you suppose we can get any help until the boys come?"
"Not unless someone happens to pass. And this is a back road: no one seems to go home from work this way."
"Oh, if someone only would!" and Dorothy was now almost in tears.
"Just see!" exclaimed Tavia, "he is examining the front now. Suppose he could start it up?"
"But he cannot," Dorothy declared, "if the car worked the boys would never have left us here all alone," and again she was dangerously near shedding tears.
"There now, he is getting in again. Well, I hope he stays there until someone comes," said Tavia. "Isn't it getting dark?"
"And if the boys do not get back – Oh, perhaps we had better run right straight on. We may get to some town – "
"We would be running into a deeper woods, and goodness knows, it is dark enough here. No, we had better stay near the house, then, if worst comes to worst, we can ask them to keep us all night – "
"Tavia you make me shudder," cried Dorothy. "Of course we will not have to do any such thing."
But Tavia's spirit of adventure was thoroughly aroused, and, in her sensational way, she forgot for the moment the condition of Dorothy's nerves, and really enjoyed the speculation of what might happen if "the worst came to the worst."
"There he goes again," she burst out, beginning to see humor in the situation, as the figure in the car climbed from the front seat to the back. "He is like the little girl who got into the house of the 'Three Bears.' One is too high and one is too low – there now, Doro, he has found your place 'just right' and will go to sleep there, see if he doesn't."
"Hark! That's Ned's voice – "
"And that's Nat's – "
"Yes, there they come. Oh, I am so glad – "
"Me too," said Tavia, in her pardonable English.
"Had we better go and meet them?"
"No, indeed, the man in the car might take it into his head to come to. Better keep quiet."
Presently Ned and Nat reached the corner.
"Hush," called Tavia, coming out from her hiding-place.
"Well, what on earth – " began Nat.
"Listen," commanded Tavia. "There's a man in the car. He has been there ever since you went away – "
"In our car! Well, his time is up," blurted out Ned. "He must move on," and the boy's manner indicated, "I will make him move on."
"But he may be dangerous," cried Dorothy. "Oh, please Ned, don't go near him until you have someone to help you!"
"And what would I be doing?" said Nat, in that same challenging manner. "Come along, Ned. We will teach that fellow to let our girls and our property alone."
"But please!" begged Dorothy, clinging to Ned. "Call someone from that house. He did look so like – "
"Our friend Anderson," finished Tavia, for Dorothy seemed too frightened to utter the name.
"Did he though?" and Nat gave Ned a significant look. "All the more reason why I should like to make his acquaintance. You girls will have to hide here until we get rid of him, and we have no time to spare if we want to work by daylight. Come along, Ned. Girls, don't be the least alarmed. We will be down the road after you in a jiffy. It won't take two seconds to put in this clutch."
"But I feel sure it is that dreadful man," wailed Dorothy. "Oh, if some strong person would only come!"
"Now, you just sit down there," said Ned, tenderly, "and when you hear us whistle you will know it is all right. It may be only a poor farmer resting on his way home."
But the girls were too certain that no farmer would have enjoyed climbing from one seat to the other as they had seen this man doing, and they had strange misgivings about him – of course Anderson was in jail, but —
"Now, don't be a bit worried," added Nat. "We will be spinning down the road directly," and at this the boys left the girls again, and started down the road to interview the strange man in their automobile.
"Oh, I do feel as if I shall die!" cried Dorothy. "Let us pray, Tavia, that nothing will happen to the boys!"
"You pray, but I have to watch," answered Tavia, not realizing how scriptural her words were, "for if they should need help I have got to go to that house after it."
Then, on the damp grass, poor Dorothy buried her head in prayer, such prayer as can come only from a heart in distress.
Tavia, as she had said, stood straight out in the middle of the road, watching through the dim light.
The boys were at the car now, and they were speaking to the man!
CHAPTER V
THE POLICE PATROL
For some moments neither girl spoke: Tavia stood out in the road like an officer, while Dorothy did not lift her head from her attitude of prayer. Suddenly Dorothy, in a frenzy of fear, rushed out to where Tavia stood, and threw her arms around her.
"Tavia,"