Chapter 18 A TRICK OF THE ENEMY.

The gas and oil lamps were lighted, and, as the sun sank to rest behind the hills, the auto began the night trip. The way was still upward, for the summit of the mountains had not yet been reached. Ned was steering and Jerry was on the seat beside him.

The machine topped a long rise and came to the brow of a small incline, the descent of which,