He picked it up and passed it to her. As he did so, he noticed the letters “L. F.” on one corner.
“Thank you,” she said, in a low voice.
At that moment, for the last time, Havener was reiterating:
“I believe Frank Merriwell will be here. All get onto the train. He never gets left.”
Then the woman tossed her head a bit and laughed. It was a scornful laugh, and it attracted the attention of several of the group. She turned quickly, and stepped into the nearest car.
“Something tells me he will not arrive,” declared Agnes Kirk. “The hoodoo is still on. This company will meet the same fate the other did.”
“Don’t talk so much about it,” advised Havener, rather rudely. “Get onto the train—everybody!”
Hodge was staring after the veiled woman.
“Wonder what made her laugh like that?” he muttered. “Seems to me I’ve heard that laugh before. It seemed full of scornful triumph. I wonder——”
He did not express his second wonder.