After an hour’s steady writing and the rewriting of certain portions of the script, Julie sighed with relief.
“There! Another day’s work reeled off for the Elmertown Record. I wonder what Daddy will say when he reads the story of our daily doings in his own home paper?”
So that was Julie’s secret! One way she had of reaching the mothers of those scouts who were left behind, to tell them of the wonderful opportunities they had caused their daughters to miss; at the same time Julie was earning money—real money—for these contributions to the local newspaper.
Mr. Vernon was waiting for the train when it pulled into the station at Kansas City. His welcome was vociferous from the girls, hearty from Mr. Gilroy, and happy from his wife.
“Well, Gilly, did you fix up the stop-over privileges on your tickets?” asked Mr. Vernon as they all stood on the platform of the station.
“Yes, I arranged it so that we have all day in Kansas City and leave on the 10.20 to-night for the west. Did you wire Tally the change of time when we would arrive at La Junta?”
“Yes, and he wired back that he’d be there on time.”
All that day was spent in seeing the city, and at night the scouts took the train and, after traveling all night and the following morning, arrived in La Junta at one o’clock.
There would be no time to lose at the station, hence both Mr. Gilroy and Mr. Vernon got off to seek Tally and his outfits. In a few moments they caught sight of the Indian and helped him to board the train. The two men assisted Tally in carrying the huge packs to the Pullman, and there the girls eagerly welcomed him.
“Oh, Tally, how do you do?” cried the scouts who had been with the Indian the previous summer.