"Yes. Rather!"
"You young girls certainly are marvelous! I suppose you'll put the idea into Nancy's head too.... Well, if there's no use urging you to stay, I think you had better make your start. You don't want to risk flying after dark."
"Linda's even done that," boasted Louise.
Hearing the taxi, which was to take them to the airport, they bade a hasty farewell and departed.
"You're not afraid, are you, Linda?" inquired Louise, as they sped across New York City.
"Not a bit! Only I wish we had as good directions for finding Plattsburg as Ted gave us to follow coming here. It makes it so much easier."
"Maybe we'll find a letter or a wire at the airport," surmised Louise.
What they found, however, was far better than either. Standing beside the Arrow, which had been pushed out in readiness for the flight, was Ted Mackay himself, grinning as usual.
"How do you happen to be here, Ted?" cried Louise, as she jumped out of the taxi.
"I was as far east as Washington yesterday," the young man told her. "And I thought it would be nice to see you."