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stalled. But the summit was reached, and there appeared in view a long, easy, downward slope.
And then, with a sigh and a groan of protest—which manifestations had been accumulating of late, the car suddenly ceased working, and came to a stop. The power was gone.
"Oh dear!" cried Mollie, for it was getting late, and the road was a lonely one. "What shall we do?"
"Get out and fix it, of course," answered practical Betty.
"Look—look where we are," whispered Grace, clutching the arm of Mollie.
"Where? Don't be so nervous. Where are we?"
"Near the rear entrance to Shadow Valley," spoke Grace, in an awe-struck voice.
