“That is what I say,” cried Emma. “No weak lemonade trips for me. Give me a wild west or give me an automobile.”
“I am certain that Loyalheart has a suggestion to offer,” said Miss Briggs, nodding in Grace’s direction.
“Yes, I have,” admitted Grace. “My advice is that we adopt Emma’s suggestion and go west. Speaking for myself, there is one place out there that always has held a great fascination for me. I refer to the Old Apache Trail in Arizona. From what I have read of that part of the country, one should be able to find adventure in a horseback journey over the old trail. Going so far by train, before we start with horses, will make it rather an expensive trip, but I do not believe it will be beyond our means.”
Emma’s eyes widened.
“Indians? Are there Indians there?”
“Every bush hides a lurking Apache,” Lieutenant Wingate gravely informed her.
“Oh!” exclaimed Emma under her breath.
“I do not believe it is quite so alarming as that,” laughed Grace. “Even though there are Indians, we probably shall not be troubled by them. Are there any further suggestions, girls?”
“The Apache Trail sounds interesting to me,” admitted Anne.
“Both interesting and alarming,” averred Elfreda. “However, we know from past experiences that trouble always goes hand in hand with Grace Harlowe, so we are fully prepared in advance for whatever may come to us. What do we take with us, and how are we to dress?”