“Oh, splendid!” exclaimed both girls immediately.
Ethel’s face suddenly darkened.
“Marj!” she exclaimed, in distress, “If we accepted help from any boys we’d forfeit our chance of earning the cars!”
“I don’t think so,” reasoned Marjorie; “not this time. If we caught the Crowells, we’d get a confession that would clear us and prove that we deserved the cars for our trip out.”
“And you actually think those boys would go to the extent of attacking girls?” asked John, incredulously. “How would that look?”
“Oh, they’d be masked, or disguised, or something. They’d do most anything to keep all that money for themselves!”
“And now,” concluded Marjorie, unfolding a piece of paper from her hand-bag, “here are your directions and your map. Follow these closely—you see they even give the hotels where we intend stopping—and we shan’t see each other to talk to again until the end of the trip, or—if something happens!”
“And won’t we feel silly if nothing does happen!” remarked Jack.
“Silly, perhaps, yes,” agreed Marjorie, rising; “but the whole Girl Scout movement will benefit, and that is worth while, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is,” replied John, holding the door open for the girls to pass out. Then, without further delay, they hurried back to Miss Vaughn’s.