And then she wondered what Miss Carrington knew about the strange Gypsy girl, or what Margit knew about Gee Gee.
“I’d like to get better acquainted with that girl,” thought Bobby. “There is a mystery about her—and Gee Gee is in it.”
But she said nothing to any of the other juniors, judging it best to keep her own counsel. Meanwhile she kept a keen lookout for the girl to appear about the school building again. Several days passed, however, and Bobby saw nothing of her.
Meanwhile the girls who were earnest in the work of putting Central High ahead in the inter-school athletic competition worked hard on the field and under Mrs. Case’s eye in the gymnasium.
Bobby was really doing her best on the track. Never had she settled down to such thorough work in any branch of athletics as she had in this effort to make a record for the quarter-mile. Central High needed the points that a champion sprinter could win, just as the school needed the points putting the shot, and the broad jump, would add to its record.
Bobby, the year before, had acted as coxswain of the eight-oared crew; and she had played all season on the big basketball team—the champion nine. But this running was different work.
Now she had no teammates to encourage her, or to keep her up to the mark. It was just what she could do for the school by herself.
“Just by your lonesome, Bobby,” Laura Belding told her. “To win the quarter-mile will mean two whole points in June. Think of that! And you can do it.”
“I don’t know,” returned the other girl, in some despondency. “Gee Gee’ll likely get something on me before the June meet, and then where’ll we be?”
“But you don’t have to do things to make Miss Carrington give you demerits.”