The Camp Fire Girls Go Motoring; Or, Along the Road That Leads the Way

a tan suit she was no longer with him. I think Nyoda would have turned aside into some by-road if there had been such a thing in sight, but there wasn't.

ith a sudden resolution, "and ask him p

done this than a surprising thing happened. The Frog looked around again, saw us gaining on him, and then

way from us!" e

aid Nyoda. "But," she added, "I can't understand why he has ventured near us at all since t

w we were following him

e all out of proportion to the size of the vehicle, and we amused ourselves by wondering what would happen if it should try to pass us on the narrow road, with a sharp drop into a small lake on one side and a swamp on the other. But th

trip before or after. The man on the motorcycle came into the repair shop while we were there to have something done to his engine, and he listened with interest while we were telling the repair man how we

and where we were going we answered politely that we were on our way to Chicago by way of Plymouth and LaPorte. (We had decided not to go to South Bend at all, as it was out of the way of the route we were now traveling.) Nyoda added that we hoped to make Chicago before night. Here Sahwah advised her to rap on wood. We had planned to make it b

re the sign of the telegraph company. I couldn't help wishing that we knew his name and would meet him again on

uld appear strange if only she were veiled and suggested that we all keep ours down, but they nearly stifled us. So we compromised on wearing the tinted driving goggles, which really were a relief from the glare of the sun, even if they did look affected on the street, as Nakwisi said. I'm afraid we didn't have our usual blithe spirit of Joyous Venture, as we walked up and down the streets of the town, looking, as Sahwah said, "for something to look at". The f

in the direction of Chicago and said she had better try to get a look

d the wind had whipped the loose ends out unti

y woman sto

o late that v

ughed at her. We were too much exhausted from the heat

and puffs of satisfaction we sank down in the grass and made ourselves comfortable. Of all the sights we had seen so far on our trip the sight of that tree gave us the most pleasure. We had not sat there very long when a young man passed us in

commotion. Then a spider let himself down on a web directly in front of Margery's face and threw her into hysterics. And then the mosquitoes descended, the way the Latin book says the Roman soldiers did, "as many thousands as ever came down from old Mycaenae", and after

t Margery's, and she ate heartily. Dinner over, we went out into the heat once more. We went up to see if the picture show was open yet, for the thought of a comfortable seat away from the sun and with an electric fan near, was becoming more all

smother in those gogg

it wouldn't look as if she had called my attention. After a short interval I looked. There sat the motorcyclist directly b

This little country town was not like the big city where there are rest rooms in every big store. We finally decided to get a room at the hotel, which was near-by. But here as everywhere, that miserable Jinx had raised an obstacle

were we there than she was taken with terrible pains. Thoroughly alarmed, Nyoda went across the street where a doctor's sign swung on a post before a house and brought him over. Margery was very ill by this time and the doctor said she had symptoms of ptomaine poisoning. He asked what she had eaten for dinner. At the mention of fish he nodded his head gravely. E

rm was ready and we were not! I couldn't help feeling that it had been no ordinary fish from the near-by lake that Margery had eaten, but one of the fateful fishes of the zodiac itsel

to wire Chicago," she said, thoughtfully. Gla

ss Forty-three Main Street." She directed it to Gladys at the Carrie Wentworth Inn, the new Women's Hotel where we were to stay in Chicago. She read it

ng spirited her away. The paper said that private detectives were trying to trace her. Then it was that we remembered the mysterious reappearance of the Frog. We hadn't much doubt that he was a detective. But if he were a detective, why had he attempted to steal the Glow-worm? The only reason could have been the one which Sahwah sug

at he was afraid we would accuse him of theft. That he had not gone very far away from us was shown by the way he had appeared in the pi

rog walking down the side street. But it was growing dark and I was not sure, so I said nothing about it. Margery was very weak when she woke up and still unable to eat anything, and I believe she had a touch of sunstroke along with her ptomai

e motor and a "dutchman" in the back seat, when there came a rap on the door and the lady of the house came in.

the rooms for the

have our money back. She had chang

ing this sick girl out of the hous

y glitter in her eye, which was a great change from the professional hospitality of her manner when

that this girl is sick!"

d Mrs. Moffat. "I said I didn't want you

explain yourself," said Nyoda, "wh

e got no satisfaction. Mrs. Moffat would say nothing more than that she had a reputation to keep up. When Nyoda defied her to put Margery out Mrs.

p so she could see what was on the outside. It was addressed to "The black-haired automobile lady". This, of course, was Nyoda and the boy was perfectly satisfied to give her the note once he had looke

few questions that I have a suspicion that she knew all about us already from the motorcyclist, for we had no doubt that it was he who had sent Nyoda the note. How he knew Mrs. Moffat was trying to put us out was beyond us, unless he had been passing the open front door an

could not guess. Then, like a flash, I remembered having seen the Frog sauntering past the house while we were eating supper. Had he gone to Mrs. Moffat with some story about us which had caused her to put us ou

econd night we got burned out of a hotel and finished by getting lost in the fog; third night we are put out of a lodging house for some

on the Glow-worm. Nyoda drove the Glow-worm over and we carried the trunk up-stairs while she ran the car back to th

humb, which had gotten under the trunk when it was set down. "This dress sh

ad dried and left them stiff, and walking around all day on the scorching sidewalks had about parboiled my feet. Nyoda returned

d sprung out at us. Instead of Sahwah's red dressing-gown on top as we had expected there were

wrong trunk!" we

man declares that was the trunk that came with the Glow-worm," she said, in a dazed voice. "He s

right yellow label halfway around it that bore the classic slogan, "One touch of Curline makes the whole world kink." Sahwah began to giggle hysterically. At any ot

aid Sahwah, rubbing her arms at the r

unguarded for some time in the garage. The trunk had been taken off the rack the day before when the repairs were made, because they had some work to do on the tail lamp bracket, and I heard the man say the trunk was

y cheerful again. "He says there's another trunk just like it in the garage," she said. "He didn't know whom it belonged to. I told him to send

with a trunkful of this stuf

ut it back into its place in the trunk. "One touch of Curline makes the whole world kink," she

s useful as they might be, since other people's keys fitted them. The rest of the night passed peacefully, and we were so

re the garage man had made the mistake in giving us the salesman's trunk, for the two were identical. We opened ours up to see if our belongings were still intact. It took us a few minutes to realize the import of what we found. There, apparently, was our trunk

canny. Gladys's trunk had not been in the garage when we arrived; it must have co

aying tricks on us? We stood gazing with fascinated eyes at