At the top of a steep hill Williams slowed down to slip the gear into
second. In the valley below them was a collection of unpainted houses,
leaning towards one another as though for protection against the growing
things about them.
"The Forgotten Village!" cried Robin. "Don't you feel just as though we
might tumble over into it?"
"A good place to drive right _through_," Williams answered with a
scornful laugh.
Alas, poor Williams--he brought the car skilfully and safely down the
difficult hill only to have it stop, with a reproachful snort, in the
very heart of the little village.
"What's the matter?" asked the girls in one breath as Williams, with an
explosive exclamation, jumped from his seat.
There was a moment of investigation, before the man replied.
"No gas!".
"Is _that_ all?"
"All! I'll say that's enough--here. Don't look as though anyone'd know
what gas is in these parts. You sit in the car while I ask someone, Miss
Forsyth."
"You wanted something to happen, Beryl," laughed Robin, as Williams
walked away.
"Pooh! _This_ isn't much of an adventure. And I'm awfully hungry.
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