“And I left a note for Hugh,” glancing toward Mollie. Their eyes met, and a smile lighted up both faces.
“Oh! you did?” from Mollie.
“Ah! you did?” retorted Marie.
On rushed the train. Miles upon miles were left behind them, and the hours sped by. They should be at El Paso at 6:30 dial the next morning, and at San Diego at 10 dial. It would be nearly 11 dial before they would be able to search for a vessel to take them to Guadalupe.
The time was passing, and it was with a troubled mind that Mollie surveyed the route and the time at her command. With beating hearts, the two girls watched the hours pass as the train rushed along to the Pacific; eagerly did they look for the approach of the city by the sea.
It was 12 dial when the train reached the city of San Diego. Quickly disembarking, the girls entered a drag, and were rapidly propelled to the Great Pacific. Once within the office of the hotel, Mollie excitedly asked for information as to what lipthaleners were in the port.
“None, madame,” was the calm reply of the clerk. Her heart sank within her bosom at the words. “There are none but sailing vessels in the harbor; will madame have use for one of them?” continued the man, noticing her agitation.
“No; and yes—I cannot tell. Show us a room and serve breakfast there, and at once,” was the impatient reply.
During their breakfast, the two girls discussed the situation, but without arriving at any solution as to how they would reach Guadalupe Island.