"Just hear that engine purr! He can't get away from us now!"
"Oh, if we could only take him back to Camp Liberty with us!"
"I thought so," said the chauffeur, and even in their excitement they had
time to look in surprise at his back.
"Wh-what did you think?" stammered Betty.
"That you were the girls up at the Hostess House that everybody is talking
about," he told her, while the girls fairly gasped with surprise at this
proof of their widespread fame. "That's why I didn't ask questions but
just did as I was told," he added. And somehow they knew, though they
could not see his face, that he was grinning. "You see, I'd always heard
that you most always got what you set out to get, and I didn't waste time
arguin'," he finished.
The girls laughed hysterically, and Betty said, with a funny little
inflection:
"Sounds as if we were very strong-minded. But we don't care about that,"
she added, once more fixing her gaze anxiously on the road before them,
"if we can only catch that man."
"May I ask who he is, miss?" asked the man.
"He's--he's a--criminal!" returned Betty, her little fists clenched
fiercely.
"A criminal?" he repeated with interest. "May I ask what kind?"
"A murderer," cried Mollie fiercely, adding, as the man started and the
girls looked at her in surprise: "Well, he might just as well have been.
He didn't even stop to see whether he was or not, which is about the same
thing.
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