Then they had gone about taking out the girl coolly enough. There were few footprints anywhere. And in the roadway they found where a wagon had been turned around. In this wagon, it was likely, Margit had been carried away, and it had started along the road in the direction of Centerport.
“They have got her again,” sighed Bobby. “And goodness only knows what they will do with her, or where they will hide her away.” “Perhaps we will never see the poor girl again,” ventured Eve.
But Bobby did not believe that. She knew now, for sure, that Margit Salgo was in some manner closely connected with the private affairs of Miss Carrington. She was sure that both the Gypsies and Margit would appear near the high school again.
[CHAPTER XV—ANOTHER RIVALRY ON THE FIELD]
Eve Sitz had no rival at Central High when it came to putting the shot; but there were plenty of girls who essayed the broad jump—and some did almost if not quite as well as Eve. Notably Lou Potter, a senior who practiced assiduously and who had many friends who believed she would, in the end, best the Swiss girl.
“The meet is a long way off yet,” said one of Lou’s friends to Laura Belding. “That girl you juniors are boosting isn’t the only ‘hope’ of Central High.”
“Whom do you mean?” returned Mother Wit.
“That girl whose name sounds like a glass of vichy—what is it? Eve——”
“And what about Eve Sitz?” demanded Bobby, who chanced to arrive in time to hear the senior’s remark.
“And here’s another fresh one,” said the senior, eyeing Bobby coolly. “Thinks she is going to grab off the quarter-mile.”