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THE MOTOR GIRLS
AT CAMP SURPRISE
Or
The Cave in the Mountains
BY
Margaret Penrose
The
GOLDSMITH
Publishing Co.
CLEVELAND OHIO
MADE IN THE U.S.A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. An Unpleasant Awakening 1
II. The Lost Trail 10
III. Two Strange Men 18
IV. A Curious Story 26
V. Counterfeit Tickets 34
VI. Off to Camp 42
VII. Jack's Bath 50
VIII. The Storm 58
IX. Tied Up 67
X. A Night Ride 74
XI. In Camp Surprise 83
XII. Disappointment 90
XIII. That Noise 98
XIV. Was It Thunder? 108
XV. A Narrow Escape 115
XVI. Lost 122
XVII. Two Men 131
XVIII. Real Surprises 138
XIX. Where's My Light? 147
XX. More Happenings 158
XXI. A Dancing Light 163
XXII. A Mountain Cave 170
XXIII. The Trembling Noise 178
XXIV. The Secret Passage 184
XXV. The Patched Tire 191
XXVI. The Dropped Bundle 200
XXVII. The Girls' Discovery 207
XXVIII. Prisoners 214
XXIX. To the Rescue 222
XXX. All's Well 235
THE MOTOR GIRLS AT CAMP SURPRISE
CHAPTER I--AN UNPLEASANT AWAKENING
"Look where you are steering, Cora Kimball! You nearly ran over a
chicken that time."
"Yes, and avoiding the chicken on that side, you nearly hit a child on
this side. Such a dear little boy--or was it a girl? I never can tell
when they're so young."
"Two misses are as good as two miles," misquoted the bronzed girl at the
wheel of the automobile, as she straightened the car on the long, shaded
road, where the trees met in a green archway overhead, and where the
golden shadows flitted in the dust like so many little chickens running
to cover, away from the fat-tired wheels.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Cora?" asked Bess Robinson, as she tucked
back a straying lock of brown hair. "It's too perfect a day to do
anything in a hurry--even run a car."
"Bess doesn't believe in doing _anything_ in a hurry," lazily droned her
sister Belle, from the rear seat. "That's why she's so fat."
"Don't dare use that objectionable word!" stormed Bess, turning about so
suddenly that she sent Cora's elbow against the plunger of the horn,
thereby producing a sudden blast.
"Oh!" exclaimed Bess. "Did we run into something again?"
"Again?" demanded Cora. "Come, I like that--not! We haven't run into
_anything_ yet."
"That chicken," murmured Belle, even more lazily. "Yes?"
"Was a good fifty feet out of danger!" declared Cora indignantly.
"And what of the child?"
"That never _was_ in danger. I didn't see him--her or it--until we had
passed. But the child--gender unknown--was playing in the dust beside the
road. Queer how mothers can let them."
"Probably the mother didn't know a thing about it," said Bess, who had
discovered that she was the sole cause of the needless alarm in regard
to the horn's blast. "One can't be always on the lookout."
"Don't start a discussion," begged Cora, as a backward glance showed
some signs of Belle's stirring up sufficiently to refute her sister's
remarks. "It's too hot."
"It is when you slow down," observed Bess. "But the breeze is perfectly
fascinating when you keep the car moving, Cora."
"Well, I don't intend to slow down right away. Have you girls any
particular desire to go to any particular place?"
"Spare us all nerve-racking _particulars_ on a day like this," entreated
Belle, sliding down into a more comfortable position in the big,
cushioned seat she occupied all alone. "It is so warm! Summer is coming
with a vengeance."
"And it makes me wish we had set the date of our departure for Camp
Surprise a week or so earlier," remarked Cora. "I wonder if we could
arrange to go any sooner."
"I could," declared Bess. "I haven't a thing to do."
"Except reduce," put in her sister tantalizingly.
"Belle Robinson! If you don't stop those mean, insinuating remarks,
I'll--I'll----"
"You won't give me any more of those chocolates you sneaked into your
bag as we were coming out," finished Belle. "I saw you, and you know
what Dr. Blake told you would happen if you didn't stop eating sweets.
You'll get so----"
"These aren't sweet!" interrupted Bess. "They're the bitter kind, and
they're delicious, too. They have them so fresh at Gordon's."
"It's a wonder she wouldn't give us a chance to decide for ourselves,
instead of introducing expert testimony on her own account," laughed
Cora. "Come, Bess, out with them!"
"Certainly," agreed the plump girl, with easy grace. "I intended to
share them all along, but it was so warm----"
"Don't say warm again!" drawled her sister. "Your nose is as shiny now
as a tin teakettle."
"Belle Robinson! It is not!"
Instantly Bess had her little mirror and vanity box in use, and a quick
dab on her rather up-turned nose did away with the condition complained
of, or at least alleged, by her sister.
"There, does that satisfy you?" she asked, turning about for inspection,
as Cora swung the big car around a turn in the road.
"Oh, I'm easily satisfied," Belle murmured. "What a perfectly gorgeous
view!" she cried, as she looked down from a height toward a village that
lay nestled in a green valley, girt around by a winding, silvery river,
glimpses of which could be had now and then between the trees that lined
the shores.
"Yes, it is a good view," agreed Cora, stopping the car. "Cheerful
Chelton looks even more amiable and love-like than usual to-day. It's
cooler up here, too. Now pass over those chocolates, Bess."
"And watch her get more and more--well, I'll say plump--before your eyes,
like that fat boy Scott tells about," laughed Belle.
"It wasn't Scott's fat boy. He was in Dickens," corrected Cora.
"Nicholas Nickleby, I think."
"Pickwick Papers!" voiced Bess. "There! I know something even if I
am--plump. But, girls, I have lost five pounds in the last month."
"Not so's you'd notice it," murmured Belle.
"Cease! Cease and have done!" admonished Cora. "How does that new one
go--two slow and one quick to the side and then----"
"Not slow at all!" interrupted Bess. "You've got to follow through or
you'll slice the ball and----"
"What in the world are you talking about?" demanded Cora, her eyes
opening wide. "Slice the ball? What's that in? The fox trot?"
"I was speaking of golf," murmured Bess.
"She's taken it up to--reduce," whispered Belle.
"I thought you meant that new three-step we tried the other night," came
from Cora.
"It's too warm even to talk about dancing," declared Belle. "Really we
must think of getting away sooner. Do you think we could get that
bungalow at Camp Surprise earlier than we had planned to take it, Cora?"
"I don't know. Mother made all the arrangements. But I can find out. Do
you really think you'd like to go sooner?"
"I certainly do," murmured plump Bess, who seemed to feel the sudden
summer heat more than did Cora, or the more svelt Belle. "Oh, by the
way, Cora! why do they call it Camp Surprise?"
"I meant to ask that, too," added Belle. "It's such an odd name."
"And there's an odd story connected with it," said Cora. "I'll have to
ask mother about it. She merely mentioned it, and something else came up
so I forgot to get the particulars. I'll find out when we go back. But
if you girls are really in earnest about starting our summer vacation a
little earlier this year----"
"I most certainly am in earnest," Bess said.
"And I," added her sister.
"Then I'll see what we can do," went on the girl at the wheel. "Oh dear!
I wish I hadn't eaten those chocolates!" she exclaimed, making a wry
face. "I ought to have known better. Candy always makes me thirsty, and
I didn't bring the vacuum bottle."
Belle sat up, carefully removed, with the tip of her tongue, some brown
chocolate stains from the tips of her pink, well-manicured fingers and,
looking up and down the road, announced:
"That dear little tea room--Ye Olde Spinning Wheel--is only about a mile
farther on. Suppose we go there? I'm dying for a cup of tea with lemon
in it."
"Oh, so am I!" added Bess. "They say lemon is thinning."
"Then you'd better have lemonade with a leaf or two of tea in it," said
Belle.
"You--you----" spluttered Bess, drawing back her hand in which nestled a
chocolate. And then her desire to throw it was overcome by her appetite
for the confection.
"Ye Olde Spinning Wheel," repeated Cora. "That sounds most enticing.
We'll go there, if only to keep you two from bickering. What's gotten in
you sisters to-day, I never saw you so on each other's nerves."
"It's the weather," returned Belle.
"Let us hope so. Well, if you've admired the view enough we'll go on."
They had come to a pause at the crest of a shaded hill, and down below
them lay the village in which the three girls lived. Cheerful Chelton it
had been designated, and cheerful it was.
Cora, who had not stopped the engine, slipped the clutch in after
shifting the gear and the car moved down the slope, gradually cutting
off the view of the town.
"What about the boys?" asked Bess, apropos of nothing in particular.
"What boys?" demanded Cora.
"Ours, of course," and Bess looked surprised that any others should have
been thought of. "I mean your brother Jack, Walter Pennington and Paul
Hastings. Didn't you say Paul was thinking of going to camp with our
boys, if they took the little bungalow near ours at Camp Surprise?"
"Yes, Paul is coming," Cora said.
"Well, can the boys get away earlier if we do? It won't be any fun going
there alone, particularly if there's a mystery about the place."
"I didn't say there was any mystery about the place," corrected Cora.
"Though there may be. Besides, we're to have a chaperon, you know. Or at
least the caretaker and his wife live in Camp Surprise, and I presume
she will be a chaperon."
"But it won't be half the fun if the boys don't come along," declared
Belle. "They are so jolly, and--er--well, you know what I mean," she
finished a bit lamely.
"No need to explain at all," said Cora cheerfully. "It's perfectly all
right. If I go, that means mother can close the house so much earlier.
Jack won't stay there alone, I know, so he's likely to tag along."
"And if Jack goes Walter will. I guess we can count of making an earlier
start on our vacation than we contemplated," said Bess. "It will be
lovely."
"Yes," Cora assented.
"There's the tea room," added Belle a little later as the car came out
on a long, level stretch of road. "It's a perfect dear of a place; isn't
it?"
"A regular gazelle," agreed Cora mockingly.
She swung her machine into the parking place provided, and a few minutes
afterward the three girls were sitting at one of the wicker tables, in
wicker chairs, near a window which opened on a vine-shaded porch, while
electric fans hummed and droned breezily and refreshingly behind them
and in front of them stood rose-tinted plates heaped high with pale
yellow cream, nestled alongside of which were delicately browned
macaroons.
"Oh, what a symphony of color!" murmured Cora, as the white-capped,
colored waitress set the refreshments from off her mahogany-cretonne
tray.
"If it tastes half as good as it looks," murmured Bess, "I'm going to
have another plate, if I have to roll twice my usual number of times
before I go to bed to-night."
"It is good," said Belle. "It's delicious!"
"I could just sit here and--dream," announced Belle, as she closed her
"effective" eyes, as Jack Kimball had designated them.
"Yes, it is very soothing and restful," agreed her sister, who had been
rendered sleepy by the combination of heat, a refreshing meal and the
droning of the electric fans.
"I feel sleepy myself," Cora confessed, closing her eyes.
She opened them a moment later though, for a cry from Belle brought her
and Bess to a most unpleasant awakening.
"Your car, Cora!" cried the slim Robinson twin. "Some one is taking your
auto!"