“Perhaps we can come back here some day before long,” remarked Jessie, absently. Her mind was busy with the problem of Darry and his strange behavior. “Gibbonsville can’t be such a very long drive from Forest Lodge.”
“Humph, by the time we get back here that girl will have had a dozen chances to escape.”
“Provided she wants to escape,” said Jessie, thoughtfully, and her chum looked at her in surprise.
“Why, of course she wants to escape! Isn’t she a counterfeiter?”
“I don’t know that and neither do you,” retorted Jessie, to the further mystification of her friend.
“But she gave me a counterfeit bill!” Amy protested, with exasperation. “You saw her do it.”
“That doesn’t prove that she was dishonest,” returned Jessie, earnestly, “any more than it’s proof that you are dishonest because you happen to have a counterfeit bill in your possession.”
“What are you two girls fighting about?” asked Nell, half-turning in her seat. “I feel as though I were missing all the fun.”
“We aren’t fighting,” laughed Amy. “We are only calling each other names.”
“As though that weren’t the same thing!” retorted Nell. After a moment she added, curiously: “What do you suppose made Darry act the way he did? Does he know that girl, Amy?”