CHAPTER XX

THE BATTLE Unaware that her chum had overcome her momentary fear and was traveling in her wake, Ruth Fielding glued her eyes on the road. The roadster gathered speed as she drove through the streets of Cheslow. “First turn to the right!” Jack Markham directed. “Out the Red Mill road!” Ruth swung the roadster with ease. She reached down and switched on the lights, for it was rapidly growing dark. Jack Markham had not returned until a late hour from his search of the countryside, and the trip to Cheslow, as well as t…