There was a moment of frozen horror when the girls turned around.

This was a lonely spot, too remote from any dwelling to call for help.

Besides, the freshmen were outnumbered by these weird figures, who appeared not unlike monks in their somber cowls, although their faces were absolutely hidden by black masks.
The girls clustered together around the rock like a group of frightened chickens.

Jessica had turned pale.

She was not very robust and often overtaxed her strength to keep up with her two devoted friends.
The tallest of the masked figures then spoke in a queer, deep voice.
"Young women, are you not aware that this is a sacred spot, devoted for generations past to the Black Monks of Asia, whose home this building was before it became a roadhouse for stage coaches?
Never invade this spot again with your hilarity.