“And who was with her? You said others——” prompted Gloria, foreseeing an interesting escapade in Jack’s assuming the rôle of a Broncho Billy.
“Yes, there was a woman and she also was an expert rider, besides—now get a good long breath, Glo, you’ll need it,” warned Trixy. “The other member of the wild rider’s troupe was a perfectly stunning looking young fellow.”
“Oh, how delightful! Oh, how exciting,” sighed Gloria. “How ever has Jack kept such a plot all to herself?”
“Perhaps she hasn’t. You forget we are comparative strangers.”
“And out of the confidence club,” a hint of yesterday’s bitterness flashed through that remark.
“But what particularly struck me,” resumed Trixy, ignoring the cynicism, “was the wonderful mounts, the absolute expertness of those three riders. They certainly are professionals,” she insisted.
“Oh, I have it!” exclaimed Gloria. “My trunk mystery! Jack belongs to—to a troupe!”
“A troupe!” For a moment Trixy was mystified.
“You know,” insisted Gloria, “the strange trunk I opened? And all the—glittering stuff?”
“Oh, yes. Of course. You—we have never solved that mystery——”