“If you and Terry go, I’ll come, too, of course. But I think you’re on a wild-goose chase,” declared Sim.
“But I tell you he looked exactly like the poster!” affirmed Arden. “I stood here looking at him, with my mouth open like a fish, while he waited for me to speak. I was so surprised I just had to stammer something about forgetting what I came for, say I’d be back later, and run away. I don’t know what he thought of me.”
“Maybe he can’t think. Anyhow, come on, Sim. But make it snappy. I’ve got something else to do more important than this,” said Terry.
Arm in arm the three girls, a little nervous when they realized what would happen if they were caught breaking the campus rule in effect against them, started for the station. Arden hurried them impatiently, but Terry was in one of her teasing moods and refused to be hastened, pausing now and then to remark on the beauty of the night and attempting to point out, in the dense fog, places of interest on their brief journey.
At the station a quick look through an end window showed the waiting room to be unoccupied except for a man standing near the big white pot-stove.
“There he is—the agent!” whispered Arden. “He’s come out of his coop.”
“You’d think he was a chicken!” chuckled Sim.
“Oh, be quiet!” Arden begged. “Now you two go in and look at him.”
“Aren’t you coming?” asked Terry.
“No. I’ll wait outside here. I don’t want him to see me again. You two go in. Get a good look at him. Ask for—for time-tables. Oh, I’m so excited!”