"A mile farther on we pass over a long, covered bridge. The road takes
a sharp bend beyond that. The foot of the mountain lies less than a
mile from the end of the bridge. We shall soon be there," answered
Janus. The girls burst forth into song. Janus had to shout to make
himself heard when he spoke to the driver. The horses were traveling
at a lively pace. They did not enjoy the disturbance behind them, and
their driver, having wrapped the reins about his arms to give him
greater purchase, was pulling sturdily, his feet braced against the
dashboard of the carry-all.

"Here's the bridge," cried the guide.

A lantern had been lighted and hung from the rear axle of the
carry-all. But this did little more than cast weird, flickering
shadows ahead. It certainly did not light up the road ahead of there.
In the dense darkness the bridge was not visible to the eyes of the
Meadow-Brook Girls.

"The bridge ith coming. Low bridge!" piped Tommy.

"Be quiet; I fear we are making the driver's work difficult," warned
Miss Elting.

"Oh, but isn't this the fine ride?" cried Crazy Jane. "It's almost
like being in my own darlin' automobile with the landscape slipping
past on a greased track. Now, what if one of the horses should fall
down? Wouldn't we be tumbled into a goose pile!" chuckled Jane.

"Oh, thave me!" cried Tommy.