leave an unlighted auto in the roadway, and night coming on?

She turned her wheel to guide the Whirlwind to one side, and then
stopped. Bess was next, and she shut off the power from the
Flyaway.

"What is it?" asked Bess anxiously. Belle did not venture to
leave the machine, but Hazel had bounded out of the Whirlwind
almost before Cora had time to stop it.

"Oh," exclaimed Hazel, "there are Paul's gloves. Where can he
be?"

"Perhaps playing a trick on us," suggested Cora, although she had
little faith in the possibility. "I am sure he would not go far
off and leave this expensive machine here."

By this time all the other girls had reached the spot, and were
now deliberating upon the abandoned auto. Suddenly a call -
shrill and distinct - startled them.

"That's Paul!" shrieked Hazel, turning instantly and dashing off
in the direction from which the voice had come. Cora, Bess, Maud
and Cecilia followed her. Over the wet fields, through briars and
underbrush the girls ran, while the call was repeated; this time
there being no possibility of mistake - it was Paul shouting.

Breathless, the girls hurried on. With a sister's instinct Hazel
never stumbled, but seemed to get over every obstacle like some
wood sprite called to duty.