The girls’ tongues were loosened now; they all began to talk at once. Anger was the predominating sentiment—anger at being so taken in; but there was also relief at being freed with their lives.
“A pretty pair of cowards!” snapped Marjorie.
They all turned naturally to Mrs. Remington for the solution of their problem.
“We have some travellers’ checks in our trunk,” she said.
“Well, we needn’t say a word about paying at the hotel until tomorrow,” said Ethel. “Luckily, hotels aren’t pay-as-you-enter-contrivances. We can settle later.”
“That’s so!” exclaimed Marjorie, joyfully. “But are you sure that we have enough money to get us to San Francisco?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” replied the older woman.
Florence started the car again, and they turned their attention to watching for the Lincoln Highway. It was not long before they spied the detour sign in the distance, and knew that a hotel was not far off.
“Here we are!” cried Marjorie, after they had proceeded about half a mile. “Here—on the right!”
“But it’s closed!” protested Florence.