“Just’s you say,” replied the officer, “But I’m going to make a start. See here, young lady”—this to Urania—“if you want fair play, no new troubles, you had better step along here, and lively, too.”
“Yes,” said Dorothy to the gypsy girl, “we had better go. I’ll go with you.”
CHAPTER XX
URANIA IN THE TOILS
The Vale City express came whizzing along, and the kind gentleman who had left the train with the girls was obliged to board this to get to his destination.
“I am so sorry to leave you,” he told Dorothy, “but, as you say, you are not far from your aunt’s place, no doubt you will be able to communicate with her soon. I assure you, if there was another train to Vale City this afternoon, I would not leave you alone in this plight.”
Dorothy thanked him heartily—he was so kind, and his assurance gave her courage, if it did not altogether extricate them from the constable’s clutches.
“I am sure I will be able to telegraph soon,” she told him, “and then my Aunt Winnie will come out directly in the automobile.”
So he left them, and then they followed the constable sadly to the lock-up.
Dorothy now fully realized the responsibility she had undertaken. She must stand by Urania—she fully believed in her innocence, and she must see that this unfortunate girl was honestly dealt with. It was hard to go to a country jail—perhaps street boys would run after them, and perhaps it might even get in the newspapers.