“I should be thrilled,” she told herself. “But I’m half scared, that’s all.”
Lena and Rosa were together, five seats ahead of her. They had been together all the way. Nothing strange about that, really. They had shared a Pullman compartment, just as she and Betty had. All the same, it disturbed her.
Suddenly she made a great decision—she would tell Betty all about it. Betty, like as not, would laugh the whole thing off. Then she’d be rid of the spy business for ever.
“Betty,” she said in a low tone, “There is something I want to tell you—a whole lot of things.”
“Okay,” said Betty. “I’m listening.”
“Betty, do you remember the first night we slept in that stable at Fort Des Moines?”
“Do I?” Betty laughed. “First time I ever slept on a cot, and with fifty other girls! That was one nightmare!”
“Well, on that night Lena sat up in her bed and whispered. ‘Gott in Himmel,’ and Rosa flashed a light in her cot, where no light is supposed to show. That got me going.”
“Going? How?” Betty stared.
“I thought they might be spies.”