" Frank
retorted scathingly. "Now we'll have to hike along and trust to luck.
Nobody knows where we will end up."

"Well, you needn't blame it on me," Roy shouted wrathfully. "I couldn't
be expected to see twenty miles down the road from Deepdale."

"Nobody accused you of it," Frank answered, in the same belligerent
voice. "But as long as you had the chart you might have thought far
enough----"

Grace seized Frank's arm and pulled him back into the machine. "For
goodness' sake, what is the use of making such a fuss about that old
map?" she said. "And in the rain, too!"

"Yes, if that were you and I, Grace," said Betty, "the boys would say
something about 'isn't that just like a woman,' or, 'aren't girls the
limit--always arguing about nothing?'"

"Votes for women!" Allen shouted. "Since when have you taken to stump
oratory, Betty?"

"Oh, she is just naturally eloquent," said Grace languidly and they all
laughed, even Frank--although his brow clouded anxiously a minute later.

"However, all this isn't getting us anywhere," he said. "We can't stay
out here in the rain all night, you know."

"I don't believe any of us expect to," said Allen, dryly. "What do you
say we take that side road we passed a little way back, Frank? We can at
least see where it leads and we can inquire our way as we go along."

"I don't know whom we shall find to inquire of," said Frank, who,
contrary to his usual custom, persisted in looking at the gloomy side of
everything. "We didn't pass a soul on the way down."

"Please cheer up, Frank," laughed Betty. "You ask us to make a
suggestion and then when we do you scout it. Suppose you tell us what
_you_ would like to do."

"I know what I should _like_ to do," he added, readily. "I should like
to break down that board that is in our way and go ahead whether they
like it or not. Nothing would give me greater pleasure."

"However?" suggested Allen.

"However, I know we'd get pinched--pardon, ladies--I mean, pulled in.
That doesn't sound just right, either, does it?" and he regarded them
with laughing eyes.

"I imagine 'arrested' is the word you want," said Betty, demurely.

"That's it, thank you," he said, all irritability gone as suddenly as it
had come. "So, as long as that is understood, perhaps we might do worse
than follow Allen's suggestion, after all."

"Genius always triumphs in the end," said Allen, with a gravity that set
them laughing.

"Perhaps it would be better if we