Part 7 (1/2)
”Good-night,” said Roy, and two fanlike swings of the misty column told that it was over ”If they haven't passed Westy's yet, in Shake, Toayly, ”You did fine--you're a fiend at it! Wouldn't you rather be here than at Conny's party--honest?”
”_Would I?_”
”Noe'll rustle down the hill and see the bunch co'me back--if they do Oh, cracky, don't you hope they do?”
”_Do I?_” said Tom
”Like the Duke of Yorkshi+re, hey? Ever hear of hin up for a souvenir, what do you say?”
”Mebbe it oughter go back where it coht”
”Ever go scout's pace?” said Roy
”What's that?”
”Fifty running-fifty walking Try it and you'll use no other Come on!
The kind of pace you've alanted,” said Roy, jogging along
”Beware of substitutes”
It was just about the ti car rolled silently up to the outer gate of the Bennett place
(The house stood well back fro people of both sexes, and it was evident from their expressions of surprise and disappointate
There were a fewthe horn, but another thought thatto the house door and inquiring, while still another thought it would be wiser not to Soirl remarked that the last time she saw Connover he had a headache and looked pale, and indeed Connover's general weakness, together with the epideeboro, n perfectly plausible
The upshot was that the auto rolled away and turned into the Hillside Turnpike Scarcely had it gone out of sight when a patch of light flickered across the lawn, the shade was drawn fro out anxiously
Tencar silently rolled upon the Hillside Turnpike, one of its disappointed occupants (a girl) called,
”Oh, see the searchlight!”
”Oh, look,” said another
The long,across the heavens
”Now you see it, now you don't,” laughed one of the fellows, as Toht into the sky and out again as quickly
”Where is it, do you suppose?” asked one of the girls
”Does itto them, for there was not a scout in the car And yet aa lantern on an upright stick, directly in their path, and scrawled upon a board beloas the word, ”Stop”
Out of the darkness stepped a figure in a white sweater (for the night was growing cold) and a large-brimmed brown felt hat One of his arms was braced akimbo on his hip, the other hand he laid on the wind shi+eld of the throbbing auto