# The Outdoor Girls in a Motor Car/Chapter 13
#### CHAPTER XIII
##### THE STORM

Silence followed an exclamation that came from the lips of each of the girls—an involuntary cry from each one, brought out by the words of Grace.
"Shadow Valley!" murmured Mollie.
"And the—the——" it was Betty who began this, it being her evident intention to make a remark about the haunted house. Then her usual good sense came to her rescue, and she refrained. There was pressure enough now on the nerves of her chums, she reasoned.
"Well, what of it?" she asked in a voice meant to be cheerful, and Betty was an adept at simulation under necessity.
"Don't—don't you understand?" faltered Grace, in a low voice a tone calculated to add to the tenseness of the situation, rather than to relieve it.
"I understand that our car has balked for some reason or other," said Betty in brisk, ​like tones, "and we have to fix it. If we don't we are likely to be caught in a thunder storm. So get out, girls, and let's hunt for trouble. Grace, if you have any chocolates left you might offer them as a prize for the one who first discovers the difficulty—and why the motor won't mote. Cousin Jane will be the—stake-holder is the proper term, I believe."
"The idea!" cried Mollie. "That's only when there is betting. We don't do anything like that."
"I meant to say prize-holder then!" admitted Betty, with a laugh.
"Well, there's no use discussing it—I haven't a chocolate left," sighed Grace. "But oh, do you realize our position?'
"I do indeed, and that's why I say we must make this car go," went on Betty. "Come," and she got out, followed by Mollie. "It seems hard lines to get a thunder storm after all the rain we've had, but it is threatening. Let's get busy."
"I think that suggestion very practical," said Mrs. Mackson. "Girls, you had better do as Betty says and try to find out what is the matter with the car. I don't know anything about such things or I'd help. If a hairpin will be of any use I have an extra paper of them with me."
​"Hairpins! Oh, dear" laughed Amy half hysterically. "A hairpin to mend a broken auto!"
"I have known one to be of service on a motor boat," spoke Betty. "I bent it in the shape of a spring, and used it on a valve in the Gem."
"I'm afraid there's more than that the matter here," spoke Mollie, as she raised the hood of her car. "That one cylinder must have affected the others, in some way."
"Gracious!" exclaimed Amy, "I didn't know auto diseases were catching in that way. We must be careful, girls."
"It's getting darker," observed Betty. "We must be quick Mollie, if we're to get to shelter before the storm breaks."
It was growing dark and gloomy, and though it was not yet seven o'clock the lowering clouds had added to the dusk of approaching night. Occasionally, in the distance, could be heard the low rumbling of thunder.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Grace. "We are in for a drenching, that's sure."
"Not necessarily!" said Mollie, a bit sharply. "I'd remind you that my car has a top, and we can put it up."
"That's all right," spoke Betty, soothingly, for she noted that Mollie's temper might get the best ​of her under the stress of the trouble. "Let's look at the engine first. Shall I light the lamps, Mollie?"
"Yes, do. I didn't think of them. Light the oil ones as well as switch on the electrics. We may need both, and I am not sure of that storage battery. The last place I had it looked at the man said it would need re-charging soon."
While Betty, with the aid of Grace, set the oil and electric head lamps aglow, and saw that the tail light was also in service, Mollie was peering at the motor.
"Just push the self-starter button," she directed Betty after a moment, during which she had primed the cylinders with gasoline, and changed the adjustment of the carbureter slightly. She had really made quite a study of the troubles that might beset a motor, and the garage man had added some further instructions.
Mollie watched while Betty pushed the lever, and set the electric starter in motion, but when the gasoline and spark levers were set at the proper places, the motor did not respond, the fly wheel merely revolving under the impulse of the starter.
"What is it?" asked Grace. "Can you tell what is the matter?"
"No, I can't!" and Mollie spoke shortly. "I'll ​tell you as soon as I've found out," she said. "Please don't make me nervous, Grace dear." Mollie added the last as a polite concession.
"Nervous! If anyone is more nervous than I am, I'd like to know it," murmured Grace. "Oh, how I wish I had a chocolate!" and she hurriedly sought among her possessions, but in vain.
"I wonder how we happened to get here at the entrance to Shadow Valley?" queried Amy. "I thought we were far away from it."
"We are far enough from the other end," replied Grace. "I guess Mollie didn't know this road took us here, or she wouldn't have come. We are nearer—nearer the—oh, you know what I mean, Amy."
"Yes, you mean—that house!"
"That's it. I—I hate to mention it. But we are nearer to it than ever since—since Mr. Lagg told us about the—the trouble there. I wish we were—back home. Gracious—what's that?' and she jumped nervously, clutching Amy's arm.
"Only thunder—a sharper clap than usual—don't be a goose!" said Betty, sharply. "Shall I try it again, Mollie?" for Mollie was still inspecting the motor by the light of one of the oil lamps held over it by Cousin Jane, while Betty was at the steering wheel, manipulating the levers. ​"Yes, try it once more. I can't seem to see what is the matter. The ignition seems to be all right, but when you throw in the gas, and set the spark, the motor doesn't take it up. Try again."
Again Betty tried, but the fly wheel would only revolve, and that was all.
"It's no use!" sighed Mollie. "I'll have to have a garage man look at it. Probably it's some simple little thing. That's generally the way—it's the little things of life that make so much trouble. You can fight a big thing better."
"But where will you find a garage man around here—and at this time of night?" asked Amy, for it was really night now, with the clouds adding to the darkness.
"I don't know, I'm sure," and Mollie's voice did not have its usual pleasant note. "Maybe one will come along in an airship," she added a bit sarcastically.
"Mollie," spoke Betty soothingly.
"I don't care—I don't like foolish questions asked of me when I'm worried."
"I didn't mean to bother you," said Amy gently.
"Oh, I know it!" and Mollie's voice trembled. "It was horribly mean of me to answer you as I did. I beg your pardon, but I am so bothered! ​Isn't it mean to have things go wrong this way, and at such an inconvenient time and place?"
"Never mind," spoke Betty, laughing. "Tomorrow we will only think this was fun. And now I suggest that we go down the road a bit, and look for a garage. It's true that this isn't a main highway, but nowadays even the country blacksmiths are calling themselves auto repairers. We may come upon one unexpectedly, and if his shop is closed he may live near enough so that we can get him out here. Let's try, anyhow."
"Betty, dear, you're such a comfort!" exclaimed Mollie, putting her arms around her chum. "Come, we'll go on a hunting expedition."
"All of us?" asked Grace.
"No, there's no need for all of us to go," said Betty. "Mollie and I will take a lantern—one of the oil ones—and walk down the road. The rest of you can stay here."
"And I think you'd better put the top up while we are gone," suggested Mollie. "It may rain suddenly, and with the top and the side curtains and wind-shield in front, we can at least keep dry until morning."
"What! Stay here all night?" cried Amy.
"Why not? Where else can we go?"
"I'll not stay," declared Grace. "I'll walk ​anywhere—even in the rain—to get away from—this place," and she could not repress a shudder as she looked back over her shoulder at the entrance to gloomy Shadow Valley.
Betty again took her position at the wheel—why, she hardly knew. Mollie had closed the bonnet over the motor, evidently giving up trying to discover the trouble. Idly Betty pushed on the button and lever of the self-starter, and then she exclaimed:
"I have it!"
"What! Have you found the trouble?" asked Mollie, excitedly.
"No, but I have a plan. We can run the car down to the foot of the slope. It's more sheltered there—bigger trees, you know—and we'll be that much nearer where we want to go."
"But how can you make the car go—when it won't?" asked Mollie.
"The self-starter! It's guaranteed to run the car under electric power for nearly a mile, without the motor being operated. All we'll have to do will be to set the starter going—that turns the fly wheel, you know. Then we can put in low gear, slip in the clutch, just as if the motor was in operation, and get the car to the top of the hill. We're really at the top now, for it's level here. But we can get it to the edge of the downward ​slope, and let it coast. Then, on the next level, we can do the same thing again. In that way I am almost sure we can make over a mile."
"Good!" cried Mollie. "You should have a car instead of me, Bet, my dear!"
"Oh, I don't take any credit for that think! I just recalled an advertisement I had read about self-starters. Nearly all of them say the starters alone will propel the car for some distance. Let's try it, anyhow."
They all felt better on hearing this, and Amy even laughed. She started to get into the car, when Betty said:
"Perhaps it will be just as well to wait about getting in until the car is at the beginning of the slope. The less weight in the auto the easier it will move. Mollie, do you want to try the scheme?"
"No, you do it—you thought of it. We'll walk along with you if you get it to go."
Betty soon demonstrated that she could get the auto to move, and slowly but surely it rolled along until it had started down a long, gentle slope. Then Betty shut off the electric motor, which was run by a storage battery, and applied the brakes.
"Get in now," she directed, and a little later ​the party was coasting down hill, the foot brake serving to prevent too great speed.
"So far so good!" cried Betty, when they had reached the level. "Now to see how far the starter will carry us."
As she spoke a more vivid flash of lightning, and a rumbling crash of thunder, made all the girls, and even Cousin Jane, jump.
"We're going to get it!" predicted Grace, with a shiver.
Betty again repeated her operation with the starter. The car went forward slowly, and the girls were very hopeful, and then suddenly the auto came to a stop with a sort of whining groan, and the electric lights went out.
"Oh, dear! What's happened now?" asked Amy.
"The storage battery has given out," said Mollie. "I was afraid it would. Now, girls, we'll either have to stay here in the auto, or else walk and be caught in the rain."
"Well, let's get the top up, at all events," suggested Betty. "Then we'll be sure of some shelter."
It began to rain, gently at first, even while they were struggling with the rather refractory top, in the dim light of the two oil lamps. But they managed to get it in place. Then, as they were ​fastening the side curtains, the storm burst in all its fury, with a suddenness that was almost terrifying.
Grace and Amy, who were trying to fasten a curtain on the side of the auto whence the wind came, screamed and let go of the flap. In an instant, so powerful was the wind, it had ripped off the curtain, sending it scurrying away in the blackness of the night, that was torn and pierced by frequent flashes of lightning.
"Now we have done it!" cried Grace. "Oh, Mollie, I'm so sorry!"
"Never mind! Don't talk about that now. Get on your raincoats, girls, or you'll be drenched!" and, fastening the last strap of her curtain, Mollie donned her garment—the girls and Mrs. Mackson carrying them in a seat locker that Mollie had utilized for this purpose.
But the rain came in at the place where there was no side curtain, sweeping over them all. The wind blew fiercely, and the auto swayed in the blast. Miserable indeed was the plight of the Outdoor Girls. They were possibly having just a little too much of out doors.