“Were you traveling alone?”
The girl flushed a little, but her eyes met the question without wavering. “Quite alone.”
“To the coast?”
“To join friends there.”
“If they can patch up the washed-out track,” put in Banneker, “Number Seven ought to get through to-night.”
“And Mr. Banneker in his official capacity was almost ready to put me aboard by force, when I succeeded in gaining a reprieve. Now he calls you to his rescue.”
“What do you want to do?” inquired Miss Van Arsdale with lifted brows.
“Stay here for a few days, in that funny little house.” She indicated the portable shack.
“That is Mr. Banneker’s own place.”
“I understand perfectly.”