"Let's look it over," suggested Jack, who knew very well that it would be next to impossible to induce Cora to go on without her machine. Feeling secure now, the entire party set to the task of looking over the _Whirlwind_, even the ladies taking part by holding the lights, and otherwise assisting the young men, who went to work to put the ignition system back into commission. It did not take the boys long to discover what was the trouble, and in a short time there was enough spark to start the _Whirlwind_. The car was cranked up, Jack was at the wheel, while Ed had put the _Get There_ in a position to go ahead, and assumed control of the runabout. It was not, however, so simple a matter to get the cars out of the cemetery, so the boys directed the girls and ladies to walk to the road, while the youths managed, by much twisting and turning, to run the machines to an open space. This finally accomplished, Mrs. Robinson got in the _Whirlwind_, while Miss Steel took her place with Ed in the _Get There_. What a beautifully clear night had emerged from the folds of that storm! And what a delightful thing it was to ride in safety after the dreadful experience of being "shipwrecked" in a graveyard! "I wish we had invited you to come," said Belle to Walter and Jack, as the _Flyaway_ glided on near the other cars. "I wish we had come without being invited," amended Jack. "Next time we will not try to keep secrets," declared Bess. "Next time we will not let you have any to keep," insisted Jack, "especially if there is a road ride in the combination." "What time is it?" asked Cora. "I haven't dared look at my watch." "The magical hour," replied Ed. "It was a pity to leave the graveyard just then. It is exactly midnight." "And there is a light by the road over there," went on Cora. "What ever could have induced that man to leave the road and drive down into the cemetery? He _must_ have known." "He's--well, wait until I get back to Chelton," threatened Jack. "I guess we will have some fun with that fellow's license." "Had we better stop at that house, and get some refreshment for you?" asked Walter. "Or would you rather go right on to the Wayside, where you can remove your wet clothing?" This last suggestion was considered the more practical, and very soon the _Whirlwind_, the _Comet_, the _Flyaway_ and the _Get There_ were gliding as smoothly over the wet and muddy roads, as if the machines had never put their occupants into the panic of fear and terror that had furnished the motor girls such a very thrilling experience. "There are the Wayside lights!" announced Jack. "Thank goodness!" said Mrs. Robinson, fervently. "I, for one, have had enough of night auto rides!" CHAPTER XVI THE SHADOW IN THE HEDGE One hour later the motor party had put up safely at the Wayside, a comfortable, home-like place.