“Now to help Lily!” cried Marjorie, jumping out of her machine.
The smaller car proved equally easy to move; as the girl had promised, they were on their way again in less than five minutes’ time.
“And I hope we pass the red car again!” cried Alice, triumphantly. “Just so we can tell those young men—”
“Something tells me,” remarked Ethel, enigmatically, “we are due to hear from them again!”
“I agreed with you!” added Marjorie, stonily.
AN APPEAL FOR HELP.
CHAPTER X
AN APPEAL FOR HELP.
It was the fifteenth of July when the Girl Scouts of Pansy Troop left the town of Rawlins, in Wyoming, and struck out towards the desert. All had been going well since their encounter with the mud outside of Chicago; they had travelled on schedule time, meeting with no delays of any sort. Nor had they seen anything of the red car since that last encounter; perhaps the men were really nowhere in the vicinity, as they had said; or perhaps they knew that they were in high disfavor. Even Daisy and Florence forbore to mention their names to the other girls.
Now only two weeks more of their time remained, but, according to all their calculations they believed that they could cover the ground in ten days. Even Ethel and Marjorie felt extremely optimistic with their five days to the good.