"
"I really don't know what you're talking about," the man replied, with an
attempt to appear frank, which made his face more sinister than before.
"You must have mistaken me for some one else."
"That's impossible." Mollie's voice was crisp and clear cut, and the man
glanced with surprise and a shadow of alarm at this new assailant.
Then suddenly his manner of cool insolence changed, and he shot them a
look that remained quiveringly in their memories long after the man
himself had passed forever out of their lives.
"Whoever you are, you're fools," he said gruffly, menacingly. "And if you
don't forget all about this thing you've been spouting about, I'll make it
pretty darned unpleasant for you. Get me?" And, with a quick movement, he
started his motor and leaped on his machine.
Betty sprang forward and desperately clutched the handle bars, calling on
the girls for assistance, but he roughly pushed her aside. At the same
moment the machine leapt forward and Betty knew that he would get away
again.
Then it was the first miracle happened. Sergeant Mullins, out on a hike
with some of the rookies from the camp, the sound of his approach
deadened by the putting of the machine, appeared around the turn in the
road, coming toward them. To keep from running into the men, which would
have meant a nasty spill, the motorcyclist was forced to put on his brake.
The men would have gathered to one side of the road to let him pass, but
Betty's shrill cry arrested them.
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