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"And with us along?" demanded Will, heroically. "Shame!"
"Oh, well----" began Amy, but she did not finish.
"This side road leads right into the valley," said Mollie, a little
later.
"Then we'll take it," decided Betty, and she swung the car about. A
little later they were looking down from a height into the strange
valley.
One end--that nearest them--was laid out in a number of small farms, on
which were substantial houses. But the other end, where "Kenyon's Folly"
had been built, was in the narrower part, and was almost deserted as
regards residences. This section of the valley was narrower, the
hills--almost mountains--rose high on either side, hemming it in. This
produced deep shadows early and late in the day, and gave the valley its
name.
"There's the ghost house!" said Will, in a low voice, pointing toward a
mansion, perched on one of the side hills, on a natural ledge. "I can
see the ghost now!"
"Oh!" screamed Amy.
At that moment from the dense underbrush near the auto there came a loud
cry, and some one fairly tumbled down a little declivity into the
road--the figure of an old man with long, white hair.
CHAPTER X
OFF ON THE TOUR
Grace and Amy were in each other's arms. Betty admitted afterward that
she wished she had some one to lean on, but she gripped the steering
wheel until her knuckles went white with the strain.
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