“There’s no such thing, my dear,” she reassured her, patting the shaking frame.
“Oh, yes, there is! And I mustn’t be out alone at night! Never!”
“Put your head on my shoulder, and try to go to sleep,” urged Dot, comfortingly. “We’ll soon be at the hospital.”
But it was not so soon as she hoped. They flew on and on, without seeing any lights that would indicate a city. And all the while the girl continued to sob.
At last, however, they glimpsed bright lights ahead, and Linda flew low enough to read the signs of Milwaukee. She followed a huge beacon light that led to an airport, and brought her autogiro down to earth.
While she wired to her aunt at Green Falls that she and her companion would have to spend the night at Milwaukee, Dot succeeded in finding a taxicab, which they all took to the nearest hospital.
The girl was perfectly conscious when they were admitted, but when the authorities asked for her name, she still could not give it.
“I don’t remember anything,” she said; “before these ladies were bending over me on that country road. Except about a ghost that I see and hear at nights.”
Dot looked helplessly at the doctor.
“She isn’t an idiot, is she, Doctor?” she whispered.