"Good-night, I'm going!" ejaculated Allen, and before Betty could gasp he had flung out of the door.
"Where are you going?" she called, laughter in her voice.
"To kill Peter Levine," growled a voice out of the darkness, and Betty, closing the door very softly, chuckled to herself.
CHAPTER IV
AN IMITATION HOLD-UP
It was all over. The bustling days of preparation for the long trip, during which the girls had hardly had time to give vent to their excitement, had passed, and here they were actually finding their places in the puffing, western bound train.
"Here's number five," Grace said, as she slid into a velvet-covered seat with a sigh of thankfulness. "Who is coming in here with me?"
"Guess I'm elected," laughed Betty. "And here's number seven for Mollie and Amy, and mother and dad are in six right across the way. That completes the family party."
They were hardly settled when there was a last warning cry of "All aboard" and the train began to move ever so slowly from the station.