At first there was nothing to be seen.

The night was still cloudy.

But the sound of the running motor reached them distinctly, and, after a minute of strained peering into the darkness, they made out a line of trees against the sky.

Apparently there was a road between them and the trees and the automobile was in the road.

But no lights showed from it.
"Do you suppose," whispered Amy, "it's that fellow looking for us ?" "No, but maybe, whoever it is, he will give us--" Clint's whisper stopped abruptly.