To-day they greeted its appearance with as much enthusiasm as they would
the electric chair.
A train was coming in, but it was not one for the troops. It was a mixed
train, composed of one passenger car, a baggage and smoker combined, and
several milk cars.
"What a country-looking train," was Amy's comment.
She addressed Betty, but the Little Captain did not answer, for the reason
that she was staring into the baggage car, the side door to which was wide
open.
"See that man!"
She pointed to an individual who stood in the baggage car, his hands
holding up a motorcycle.
"Oh, Betty, is it that man--our motorcyclist--?" began Mollie.
"I am sure it is!" cried Grace.
The man was looking toward the end of the baggage car, so they got only a
side look at his face. Then the train moved away and was soon out of
sight.
"Well, if that's the fellow, he is gone," murmured Amy.
"Now, maybe, we'll never have a chance to catch him," added Mollie.
"Oh, we'll catch him yet," declared Betty,
Under ordinary circumstances the Outdoor Girls would have given the
incident considerable attention. But now their thoughts were of the
soldier boys so soon to leave.
"Didn't the boys say they were entraining for Philadelphia?" asked Grace,
trying hard to make her voice sound natural and merely conversational.
"Yes, that's where a great many of them go," Betty answered, praying
desperately that she might fight down that flood of tears that every
moment threatened to rise and overwhelm her.
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