“You cannot fly with Reginald Latham, Eunice,” Mollie asserted. “He will not bring you back again to the wigwam. He will leave you in some strange town, away from your own people. You will never see your grandmother. You will never see us again!”
Eunice, trembling, followed the other girls to the wigwam.
“I believe,” Bab said thoughtfully as they walked on, “that Reginald Latham planned to get Eunice away from this place forever. He did not mean to injure her. He would probably have put her in some school far away. But Mr. Winthrop Latham would never have seen her. Eunice would not then take half of the Latham fortune from Reginald. Just think! Who could ever trace a child carried away in an airship? She might be searched for if she went in trains or carriages, but no one but the birds could know of her flight through the air.”
The old grandmother heard “The Automobile Girls” approaching.
She was standing in front of a blazing fire. With a grunt of rage, the old woman seized a flaming pine torch and ran straight at Mollie.
“Put that down!” commanded Barbara, hotly. “You are a stupid old woman. We have come to save Eunice for you. Unless you listen to us she will be stolen from you this very afternoon. You will never see her again. There is no use in your trying to hide Eunice any longer. We know and her uncle knows, that she is the child of your daughter and of Mr. William Latham. You told Mr. Winthrop Latham that Eunice died when her mother did.” Barbara had depended on her imagination for the latter part of her speech, but she knew, now, that she had guessed the truth.
Under her brown leather-like skin the old squaw turned pale.
Then Mollie explained gently to the old woman that Mrs. Latham and Reginald were Eunice’s enemies; that they wished to be rid of Eunice so that they might inherit her father’s money. She told of Reginald Latham’s plan to carry Eunice away that afternoon.
“Now, Mother Eunice,” Mollie ended, “won’t you let little Eunice go away with us this afternoon, instead? We will take good care of her, and will bring her home to you in a few days. But Eunice must see her uncle, Mr. Winthrop Latham. You will not stand in the way of little Eunice’s happiness, I know!” Mollie laid her hand on the old squaw’s arm.
But the squaw had bowed her head. She did not notice Mollie.