"All aboard for Nowhere!" shouted Jane. The girls again took their
places in the car, which started with a jolt. "Is it straight ahead,
Miss Elting?"

"Yes."

"I hope you know where you're going. I'm sure I don't," remarked Jane
under her breath.

They had gone but a short distance before the driver discovered that
which displeased her very much. The lights on the front of the car
were growing dim. Her companions noticed this at about the same time.

"The gas is giving out," exclaimed Jane. "Isn't that provoking? With
us it is one continuous round of surprises."

"What are we going to do?" questioned Margery apprehensively.

"Just the same as before: keep on going," replied the Irish girl.
"I've driven without lights before this. I guess I can do it again. I
can see the road and so can you."

"Please reduce your speed a little," urged Miss Elting. The driver did
so, for Jane was not quite so confident of her ability to keep to the
road as she would have had them believe. "There comes some one. Please
stop; I want to ask him a question."

A farmer on a horse had ridden out to one side of the road, where he
was holding his mount, the horse being afraid of the car. Miss Elting
asked him how they might reach the Lonesome Cove. The girls were very