THE MOUNTAIN CAMP
The Motor Girls, followed by the boys, made their way briskly back to the
cars and climbed in, Walter resuming his place with the other boys and
Belle going back to Cora and Bess.
For some time previous to running across the gypsy camp they had been
rising higher and higher into the mountains, and now the road became
still steeper. They had to run more slowly in consequence, for although
both cars were good hill-climbers, it took a good deal of power to make
any kind of speed. Besides, as they got farther into the wilderness, the
road was rougher and more neglected. But it was just this wildness they
had come to seek, and their spirits rose with the difficulties they
encountered.
"You go in advance, Jack," said Cora, as the road grew narrower until it
was difficult for the two cars to go side by side. "Of course, having the
faster car, I suppose we ought to show the way, but we're nothing if not
magnanimous. If your car balks we'll push you along. Besides, you have
the map."
"Don't worry about pushing us along," retorted Jack. "Just for that, I
ought to shoot ahead out of sight and leave you to bitter regrets when
you find yourselves lost in the wilderness. But I'm too noble to treat
helpless girls that way, so you're safe for the present. But beware,
woman, of goading me too far! It's a long worm that has no turning."
"If you're as mixed in your road directions as you are in your proverbs,
I'm afraid we won't get to Camp Kill Kare to-night," rejoined Cora. "But
go ahead now like a good boy, and think up some more bright things to
spring on us. We want to be by ourselves so that we can talk without
foolish interruptions."
"They want to talk," muttered Jack. "What a novelty!"
"If women talk a good deal, I notice that lots of men take after their
mothers," replied Belle, as Jack's car darted into the lead.
"Isn't it tantalizing," said Cora to her chums, resuming their
interrupted conversation, "that I can't think just whom that gypsy girl
looks like? Don't you know how it is when you are trying to recall a word
or a line of poetry or something, and have it just on the tip of your
tongue but can't quite get it? I feel just that way about this
resemblance. I'm perfectly sure I've seen some one very much like her.
Can't you girls help me out? We're together so much, and we know the same
people. Put on your thinking caps and see if you can't give me a hint."
"I only wish I could," replied Belle thoughtfully. "There _was_ something
a little familiar about the girl, though it didn't strike me as strongly
as it did you."
"There was a certain look in her eyes that suggested somebody I've seen,"
said Bess, "but for the life of me I can't remember who it was. But even
suppose we did remember? It wouldn't prove anything. There are lots of
people in the world who look alike and yet who haven't the slightest
relation to each other."
"I know it," admitted Cora. "But just the same I have what the boys would
call a hunch that in this case it would give us a clue to the gypsy
girl's secret."
"If she has any," laughed Bess.
"Get out your crystal sphere, Sybilla, and pluck the heart from this
mystery," smiled Belle.
"You girls can laugh if you want to," rejoined Cora, "but all the same
I'll think about this and perhaps dream about it until I recall the face
I'm groping for."
"I shouldn't wonder if we'd have something more practical to think of
before long," remarked Belle, pointing to the sky. "Do you see those
clouds coming up there? I've been watching them for the last five minutes
and they're getting bigger and blacker all the time. I'd hate to be
caught in a thunderstorm."
"And get into Camp Kill Kare all wet and bedraggled," added Bess. "Oh,
Cora, let's hurry!"
"It isn't getting wet that bothers me so much," replied Cora. "We could
put up the top and keep dry enough. But a heavy storm would turn the road
into a quagmire, and goodness knows it's bad enough as it is."
The boys ahead had seen the signs, and Jack shouted back:
"Give her all the juice she can stand, sis! If the storm only holds off
for fifteen minutes we'll make the camp."
His own car shot ahead, and Cora threw in the speed and kept close
behind. They could hear now faint rumblings of thunder, all the more
noticeable because of the sudden hush that had fallen over the forest, as
birds and animals and insects sensed the coming storm.
Darker and darker it grew and faster and faster the cars sped along, as
their drivers called on the last ounce of speed they had in them. Despite
their fluttering of anxiety, the girls had a keen sense of exhilaration
in this race with the elements. Their veils whipped about their faces and
their glowing eyes and reddened cheeks showed their inward excitement.
A jagged flash of lightning shot across the sky, followed by a deafening
peal of thunder. It was evident that the bolt had struck not far off, for
a moment later they heard the crash of a falling tree at a little
distance to the right.
"Oh, hurry! hurry!" urged Bess and Belle.
"Do you think I'm creeping?" Cora called back. "I can't talk to the car
and encourage it as I might a horse. You'll notice that the boys aren't
leaving us behind."
As a matter of fact, the cars were nearly touching.
"Keep up your pluck, girls!" Jack called back. "If this map is all right,
we'll make the camp in five minutes more."
"If we didn't have an old tub in front of us, we'd make it in four," sang
out Cora.
"If the rain will only hold off," murmured Belle.
But the prospect grew ever more threatening. The peals of thunder were
redoubled and the lightning played so vividly across the sky that Bess
covered her face with her hands.
"Suppose the car should be struck!" she exclaimed.
"If it were, we'd probably never know it," was all the comfort her sister
could give.
Just then there was an appalling roar, and a great tree, split from top
to bottom, swayed for a moment and then fell with a deafening crash right
across the road, about a hundred feet in front of the leading car.
There were shrieks from the girls, and a jumble of shouts came from the
boys, as Jack brought his machine to a halt, and Cora, who had not lost
her presence of mind, did the same.
All jumped out and ran forward. A glance told them that there was no
getting past the tree. It blocked the road completely. Nor was it
possible to get around the fallen monarch with the cars, for there was
dense undergrowth on both sides of the road.
"No help for it, girls," announced Jack, after a hurried examination of
the conditions. "We'll have to run for it. I caught a glimpse of the
bungalow a minute ago, and it's not far from here. We'll have to leave
the cars here and come back and cut a path for them after the storm's
over."
"But suppose they should be stolen?" objected Belle.
"Mighty little chance of that in this neck of the woods," replied Paul.
"You notice we haven't met any one for the last two hours. We'll put up
the tops so that the inside won't get wet. And there'll be some one at
the bungalow that we can send out to guard them and keep you from
worrying about them."
"Now we've got to make tracks for the house. Come ahead, girls!" cried
Jack, as soon as the tops had been put up.
Each of the boys took charge of one of the girls, and they skirted the
tree, pushing their way through the underbrush till they reached the road
on the other side.
The outdoor life of the Motor Girls had made them fleet and strong, and
although of course with their clinging skirts they could not keep up with
the boys, the latter accommodated their pace to theirs, and they came in
sight of the bungalow in a few minutes.
But the rain was coming, too, and it was a pretty race. They could see it
being driven before the wind in great gusts, and they felt the pattering
of the advance drops. And just as they gained the shelter of the bungalow
porch, the rain came down in torrents.
Their coming had been seen from the house, and Aunt Betty King came
running out to meet them.
"You darlings!" she cried, as she tried to gather all the girls at once
into her arms, and kissed them in turn. "How glad I am to see you! I've
been watching for you for the last two hours and was beginning to worry
for fear you wouldn't get here before dark. And how lucky you were to get
here ahead of the storm. But how on earth did you come?"
"We ran here all the way from Chelton," said Jack with a sober face. "How
is that for Marathon work?"
"Don't pay any attention to that fibber," laughed Cora. "You know what
Jack is. Our cars are standing a little way down the road. The lightning
struck a tree and it fell so that it blocked the path. So we had to make
the rest of the way on foot."
"You poor dears!" exclaimed Aunt Betty with ready sympathy. "But come
right in now and get rested. You must be awfully tired after your long
journey, and you're all out of breath from running so hard. And you boys,
too. Your rooms are all ready for you and supper will be ready in a few
minutes."
She led the way inside, followed by the flushed and panting travelers,
glad that the end of their journey found them safely housed at Camp Kill
Kare.
The bungalow was a strongly built and capacious one. It had only two
stories, but was very wide and deep. It stood on a high point in the
Adirondack Mountains, with a view that stretched for many miles in all
directions. There was a large cleared space about the building, but one
had only to go a few rods away to find himself in a genuine wilderness.
The bungalow belonged to a relative of Mrs. Kimball. Usually the owner
occupied it himself during the summer months; but this year he was on a
trip to India, hunting for big game, and he had placed the camp at Mrs.
Kimball's disposal, with a cordial invitation to occupy it and make use
of all the facilities it afforded for enjoyment.
As Cora's mother could not accompany the young folks, the question of a
suitable chaperon had given her some concern. But this had been solved by
securing the consent of Aunt Betty to undertake that responsibility.
Mrs. King was not really Cora's aunt, being a second cousin of Mrs.
Kimball. But everybody called her by the comfortable and affectionate
title of Aunt Betty, and she was a great favorite in the Kimball home,
which she frequently visited. She was a widow without children, and she
welcomed the opportunity of mothering this lively brood of young people.
The main floor of the bungalow was divided into two parts by the long
hall that ran from front to back. On the right was a large living room
and library combined. Off from this was a music room, and the girls gave
little cries of delight as they saw a handsome baby grand piano through
the portières.
On the left of the hall was the dining room, which appealed more strongly
to the boys than the music room, and back of this was the kitchen, from
which savory odors were wafted to their olfactory organs.
Up the broad stairs Aunt Betty led the way, and pointed out to the
various members of the party the rooms they were to occupy. Those of the
girls were on the south side of the house, while the boys' quarters faced
the north. Trunks had been sent on before and were in the rooms.
"What perfectly darling rooms!" cried Cora, as the delighted girls let
their eyes roam over the two connecting rooms that had been assigned to
them.
"That's all right!" shouted Jack from across the hall, "but don't forget
that there's a perfectly darling little dining room downstairs, and I'm
honing to make its acquaintance."
"Don't worry," flung back Belle. "We'll be ready to go down as soon as
you are."
"Ha, ha!" cried Jack. "Listen to my low, mirthless laugh."