“Yes, I suppose so,” said the young man, wearily. Somehow, he seemed to have lost interest in everything.
At the conclusion of the dance, the young men found each other, and the girls were introduced. Jack explained that he had simply run over from Atlantic City for the evening, and that even now he must hurry back.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re not grieving much!” he added, as he left them. He winked significantly at John.
John flushed, and turned away, suggesting to Dorothy that they find his mother and start for home. For now, whether he liked it or not, Marjorie would hear about Dorothy Snyder.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE STAMPEDE.
Marjorie and Ethel were awake the next morning long before the other scouts opened their eyes. Dressing cautiously in their riding breeches and flannel shirts, they hurried out to meet the Hilton boys at the appointed place.
“I have a horse for each of you,” said Bob, “as you see. But if you don’t like them, you don’t need to keep them. There are certainly plenty of horses.”
“I think they are fine!” remarked Ethel, stepping up to stroke them. “Come, let’s mount them, Marj!”
“My, what long stirrups!” said Marjorie, as she got up on her horse.