Turning hastily away, she joined the rest of the party just as they were entering the dining-room, and managed to secure a seat next to Ethel. As soon as her opportunity came, she confided the news to her.
“There’s something queer about that woman,” remarked her companion when she had heard Marjorie’s story. “I guessed all along that she wasn’t straight.”
“What I would like to find out,” said Marjorie, “is whether she is just an ordinary sponger, or somebody set on our track. Now, we have two mysteries to solve—this and the one of the stolen food!”
“Perhaps,” remarked Ethel, “when we meet Aunt Emeline she’ll have something to say.”
“If only we get there on time!” sighed Marjorie. “Three more of our extra days are gone!”
“And yet,” added Ethel, “we still have two to the good!”
SALT LAKE CITY.
CHAPTER XI
SALT LAKE CITY.
The weary monotony of the ride across the desert was to be broken; the Girl Scouts had decided to use one of their surplus days at Salt Lake City. They wanted to get more than a fleeting glimpse of the picturesque beauty of which they had heard so much, and they longed to swim in Great Salt Lake, where, according to all accounts, one could not sink.