“I have written Aunt Sallie,” Ruth explained, “that we would take Eunice to a nearby town. We can telegraph Aunt Sallie from there.”
“But, suppose, Ruth,” Grace suggested, “the Indian grandmother will not let Eunice go with us.”
“Never mind, Grace,” Bab retorted, “‘The Automobile Girls’ must overcome obstacles. I believe the old grandmother will let Eunice come with us, if we tell her the whole story. We must explain that Mr. Winthrop Latham wants to see Eunice in order to be kind to her and not to harm her, and ask the squaw if Eunice is Mr. William Latham’s child. We must make her understand that Mrs. Latham and Reginald are her enemies, we are her friends——”
“Is that all, Bab?” laughed Grace. “It sounds simple.”
“Never mind,” Mollie now broke in to the conversation, “I believe I can somehow explain matters to Mother Eunice.”
By noon “The Automobile Girls” were halfway up the hill that led to the wigwam.
Mollie, who was walking ahead, heard a low sound like a sob. Crouched under a tree, several yards away, was little Eunice. At the sight of Mollie she ran forward. A few feet from her she stopped. A look of distrust crossed her face.
“Why did you come here?” she asked in her old wild fashion.
“Why, Eunice,” Mollie asked quietly, “are you not glad to see your friends?”
At first, Eunice shook her head. Then she flung her arms around Mollie’s neck. “I want to give you that strange thing you called a kiss,” she said. “I am so glad to see you that my heart sings. But grandmother told me you meant to sell me to the strange man, who looked at me so curiously yesterday. So I came back up the hill with her. You would not sell me, would you? You are my friends?”