“Yes, but would she? Personally, I believe their own statement about their business, though they may be detectives or—”
“Do hurry, girls!” interrupted Marjorie, beckoning to them to follow her. “Everybody is waiting!”
As soon as they were seated at the table, Alice repeated her desire to be introduced to the two young men. Florence, however, was scornful of her reason.
“Don’t be so impulsive, Alice!” she said. “There’s nothing a bit unusual about those two men. It’s easy to understand now why they go back and forth, first in one direction and then in another, whenever they get news of another fraternity brother to look up. However, you may as well meet them if you want to; after all they are rather stunning.”
“Yes, in looks,” admitted Marjorie. “But there is something about them that I don’t like—I don’t know just what—”
“They’re not John Hadleys!” supplied Florence. “Well, wait till you meet them. I’ll seize any opportunity that comes.”
But unfortunately for Alice, no opportunity did come, for the young men left the hotel immediately after supper, not to return again. For the time being they were forgotten; indeed, the only event that loomed large before them was their visit to their old chum at Lima.
“And now for Mae’s!” cried Marjorie, as she again took command of the wheel of the larger car, and directed it through the city, back to the Lincoln Highway.
“That will be something like a stop,” said Ethel, who happened to be riding beside her. “Friday—Saturday—Sunday—three whole days! We haven’t been gone long, and yet I’ll be glad for the rest.”
“It will be nice,” replied Marjorie. “But we can make little week-end stops all along the way, if we continue to run on scheduled time without any delays. We have two whole weeks extra, don’t forget!”