“And then, too, Winter’s coming on—something is sure to happen then,” added Belle. “Something always does.”
And what did happen that Winter will be told of in the volume to follow this, which will be called “The Motor Girls on Waters Blue; Or, The Strange Cruise of the Tartar.”
It was the next day. The girls disposed themselves about the bungalow in picturesque attitudes, and the boys sat on the broad porch, telling over again the adventures of the night.
“There’s only one point we’re shy on,” said Jack, when everything had been told and retold.
“And that’s what?” asked Ed.
“We haven’t found out yet who the strange woman was who tried to get information out of Freda, and who sent her the ’phone message.”
“Oh, we’re just as well off without knowing that,” said Cora. “I’m sure she was in with the plotters. You know that man Bruce called her ‘Confidence Kate,’ as if he knew her well.”
“You must have been terribly frightened, when you found out there was no way of getting home from the Junction,” said Marita. “I think I should have gone out of my mind.”
“Don’t believe her, Freda,” laughed Cora, putting her arm around the timid girl. “Marita is braver than she thinks. She offered to go into the cabin with me when those horrid men were there, and none of the others would.”
“Come on over to Buler’s and see ’em dance,” proposed Jack. “The Dixie is running again.”