As quickly as it could have been possible to do so, the strong searchlight of a car (surely it was Cora's) gleamed over the shafts of stone, and marble, that now seemed like so many pyramids, erected to confuse the way of the alarmed young men. "We can't cut over the headstones," almost growled Ed. "What on earth do folks want those things sticking up for?" The absurdity of the remark was lost on the others. "If the girls are around they must have been blown in here," declared Jack, making a sudden turn, and jamming the foot-brake to keep the machine on its wheels, while he released the clutch. "Here! Here!" came the unmistakable voice of Cora. "Which way?" Jack called back. "Look out for the lake! Turn in from the vault!" came the voice again, and none too soon, for without the drivers having any idea of being near a body of water, both runabouts a moment later, were actually on the very brink of a dangerous-looking lake. "Gosh!" exclaimed Walter. "We nearly got ours that time. I'm going to get out and walk." "Great idea," agreed Ed, and at the same time Jack also left his car. More shouting and more answers soon put the searchers on the right track, and, although they were obliged to run over graves, and otherwise forget the sacredness of their surroundings, the trio soon brought up back of the vault, where the lamps of the _Whirlwind_ and of the _Flyaway_ told the first part of the strange story. "Oh, boys!" gasped Belle and Bess in one breath. "Jack!" exclaimed Cora. "Thank fortune!" came the fervent words from Mrs. Robinson. Jack had Cora in his arms before he could say a word, Walter and Ed divided themselves among the frightened group as best they could. Belle really fell into some one's arms, and Bess had difficulty in clinging to her trembling, little mother. "Another moment in this dreadful place, and I should have died!" wailed Mrs. Robinson. "And to think that it was all my fault, that you came out just to let me--see the--ocean," cried the visitor, Miss Steel of Chicago. "I shouldn't have consented----" "Nonsense!" interrupted Bess. "You had nothing to do with the accident. It was all the fault of that--disgraceful--man. He is no more a chauffeur--than----" "I knew he would do something dreadful!" put in Belle, who was sobbing hysterically, while Walter tried to comfort her. For some moments the scene was one of confusion, punctuated with such remarks as would spring from the frightened lips unbidden by brain or effort. Then the storm seemed to suddenly clear away, and with the passing of the rain went the black blankets that had hidden the lights from the sky. It seemed almost uncanny that the stars and moon should flash so suddenly over the heads of the party in the cemetery, and reveal to them the marble shafts, and granite headstones glaring in ghostly whiteness. "Let's get out of here," spoke Jack, giving his terrified sister a reassuring hug. "Cora, you are drenched through!" he exclaimed.