Betty giggled at this, and then for a long time! or at least it seemed a long time to their strained nerves! they went on in silence, following the winding road wherever it led and getting deeper into the forest with every moment. Then suddenly something loomed up dark against the shadows only a few hundred feet ahead of them, and with a great feeling of thankfulness they realized that they had reached their destination. Directly ahead of them stood Wild Rose Lodge. They had arrived! But just as they were about to break into wild jubilation something happened that tightened Betty’s hand on the wheel and made Grace cry out with dismay. Out from the shadow of the lodge a second shadow detached itself, a hunched up, bulky, fearful shadow that seemed neither beast nor man, but a combination of both of them. For a moment, while the girls watched, paralyzed with fright, the thing seemed about to spring into the path of the moving car. But in another instant it turned, wheeled, and disappeared into the thick bushes about the house. Then and only then did Betty recover presence of mind enough to stop the car. “Betty! Betty!” cried Grace in a horrified whisper, grasping Betty’s hand as it clung to the wheel. “What was it? Oh, what was it?” “I don’t know,” Betty answered mechanically. “I only know it was horrible.” Then quite suddenly and without warning Grace broke down and cried. CHAPTER XV. WILD ROSES “We will go into the house,” Mrs. Irving answered to their concerted cry of “What shall we do?” “Whatever it was that has frightened us has disappeared now, and we shall certainly be safer inside the house than out here. Come on, girls, I have the key.” And so, leaving the cars where they were, the girls approached the house with shaking knees and hearts that hammered their fear aloud. The Outdoor Girls were ordinarily afraid of nothing real and human, but to be held up at the point of a pistol would unnerve almost any one, and the struggle the girls had made not to give way to their fears at the time had made them more nervous still. And this thing that had startled them now, added to what had gone before, seemed a little more than could be borne. It seemed, in fact, like nothing human. Mrs. Irving turned the key in the lock, opened the door and stepped inside the dark place, motioning to the girls to follow her. Fearfully the chums obeyed and Betty and Mollie pulled out their electric pocket torches, filling the place with a weird light. Mollie, being acquainted with the place, naturally took charge of the situation. “There are matches over there,” she said, “and candles over the fireplace. For goodness’ sake, let’s get a regular light, folks. Perhaps that will make us feel more natural.” “So say all of us,” echoed Amy. “The dark makes everything worse, when you are not well acquainted with a place.” Mollie touched a match to the candles, and in the answering flare turned to face her chums.