"Whee! perhaps there may be some sort of wild animal in one of the
caves they tell about up there?" ventured Horatio. "I'm not a believer
ghosts, and I don't consider myself a coward, either; but all the same
it'd have to be something pretty big to induce me to walk out there to
that same lonely quarry after nightfall. Now laugh if you want to, K.K."

"Well," interrupted Hugh, just then, "we're approaching the place right
now where that old quarry road I spoke of starts in. I'd like ever
so much to take a look at that same quarry, by daylight, mind you.
Is there any objection, fellows, to our testing out that road right
now? It used to be a pretty fair proposition I've been told, so far
as a road goes, and I think we could navigate the same in this car.
K.K. how do you stand on that proposition, for one?"

"Count me in on anything that promises an adventure, Hugh," came the
prompt reply. "There is plenty of gas in the tank, and if we do get
a puncture on the sharp stones we've got an extra tube along, with
lots and lots of muscle lying around loose for changing the same.
That's my answer, Hugh."

"Thad, how about you?" continued the shrewd Hugh, well knowing that
by making an individual appeal he would be more apt to receive a
favorable response, because it goes against the average boy's pride
to be accounted a weakling, or one addicted to believing old wives'
fairy stories of goblins, and all such trash.

"Oh, count me in, Hugh," responded the other, with an indifference that
may possibly have been partly assumed; but then Thad Stevens was
always ready to back his enterprising chum, no matter what the other
suggested.