“But he may try to stop us, I tell you.”
“Not likely. And why?”
“Oh! you’ve asked that before,” cried Jennie, petulantly.
But all they could do was to wait and see. Mr. Montgomery might not even notice them again, although he had intimated that he would speak to them when they arrived at the station.
However, the two girls got off the train at their journey’s end without at once seeing the Senator. It was very early in the morning and the big train-shed seemed all but deserted.
Nancy knew, however, that there was a cab stand just outside, and she and her chum hurried out to it. Before they could find a cabman or speak to the officer on duty in front of the building, Mr. Montgomery came bustling up.
“Are you girls going immediately to Mr. Gordon’s hotel?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” replied Nancy.
“Come right along with me, then. I have a taxi waiting.”
Jennie held back a little; yet even she did not see how they could refuse the offer. They followed him around the nearest corner, and so did not see a figure that shot panting across the square to the entrance of the station they had just left.