"Go ahead slowly," cautioned Will. "We don't know what will give way first, the horse or the wagon. Take it easy, Mollie."
Slowly the auto started. There came a strain on the rope. There was a creaking to the old vehicle, and then it slowly began to emerge from the mud. The old horse, who had almost gone to sleep, roused up at this strange activity, and was literally forced to stir out of his tracks. In a few seconds the wagon was on the firm road, the auto having pulled it in a diagonal direction from the mud-hole.
"Thanks, ever so much!" exclaimed Jimmie. "I'm sure I can't thank you enough. If ever you get stuck"
"You'll pull us out!" finished Mollie.
"Not until Stamp is better able to do it," the boy answered with a laugh. "But I'll do all I can."
"And so you didn't like Shadow Valley?" asked Will, as the boy made ready to proceed on his way.
"No, it's too gloomy for me. Hardly anyone lives there."
"Did you see that big mansion up there?" asked Grace.
"The one that rich man built, you mean? Yes, I passed near it a while ago. It's only about three miles from here. The grounds are pretty
