C. A. hut.

"As soon as we can get our bearings we want to find a road," his chum
explained.

"Sure thing. And there ought to be one around, else how would folks get
up to that chateau?" Jack demanded. "I suppose we'll have to see after
the supply of gas the first thing."

"That was settled beforehand," came the reply. "Now we ought to get our
bearings down pat before leaving the old bus here."

"It would be a bad joke on us for a fact, Tom, if we wandered off, and
then after picking up a few gallons of petrol--even one, if it came down
to that quantity, would serve--and then couldn't for the life of us find
where we left the plane. Yes, let's skirmish around, and locate things
in our minds."

Accordingly they started to move to the right, gradually widening the
circle they made around the plane resting on the open grassy stretch of
ground.

"Now we've got to the trees, you notice," said Tom. "Once we pass them
by, I think we'll come out on a road which will lead away from here."

Jack clutched his companion by the arm just then, and in an agitated
whisper hurriedly said:

"What can those queer white things be over there, Tom? I can see many of
them. They're squatting close down to the ground mostly; but there's one
or two that stand up higher. Ugh! they look like ghosts to me in this
half darkness. Can you make out whether or not they move?"

The other chuckled almost immediately.

"This is certainly a queer stunt for us, Jack," he said. "I've managed
to make a landing in a good many outlandish places in times gone by, but
this is the first time I ever dropped plump down in a graveyard!"

"What's that? And, say! are those white things gravestones? Well, I
believe you're right. I can see now they're perfectly motionless. The
joke's on me, I reckon. But I'm glad they are harmless old stones, and
not anything to make the creeps go over a fellow."

Tom could hear Jack draw a long breath as he said this, from which he
judged that his chum had had something of a shock. Closer inspection
proved the truth of Tom's assertion. They were gravestones, mostly of a
very modest type, and resting close to the ground. Here and there,
however, one more pretentious raised its head some five or six feet
high.

Better still, they came upon what seemed to be a road running through
the country cemetery that, if followed, would undoubtedly take them to
the one leading up to the chateau perched on the ridge above.

"Must be