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"I'm sure I can't get another thing in my suitcase," spoke the smallest girl of all, who seemed to shrink back rather timidly into her corner, as though she feared she might be put into a trunk by mistake. "Oh, Marita! You simply must get more in your suitcase!" exclaimed Cora, starting up. "Why, your trunk won't begin to hold all the rest of your things unless you crowd more into the case."
Marita Osborne was a newcomer in Chelton, who had soon won her way into the hearts of the motor girls, so much so that Cora had invited her to come to the bungalow at Crystal Bay.
The girls paused in dragging the baggage toward the front door. "Just the same," Marita went on, "Lottie was frightened to-day and she only heard a strange man say, 'They call them the motor girls. As if that was anything terrifying." "But it was the way they said it," Lottie protested. "They just peered at us and "
I need everything I've squeezed into it; and so what else can I do?" "If we could only get someone to help us," said Marita, innocently, seeming to take Bess literally. "One of the boys " She was interrupted by the laughter of the others, for Marita was a newcomer in Chelton, and though Cora and her chums had taken her up, attracted by her nice ways, Marita did not yet appreciate her new friends.
"Do you mean that you girls are going to try to to outwit those desperate men?" asked Marita, her eyes opened wide. "We certainly do mean to!" insisted Cora. "Who else would do it?" "Why, the police." "There are only constables in a place like this. We can do better than they especially with the boys to help." "Oh, of course, the boys!" agreed Marita, and she seemed relieved.
I suppose you'll be at home this evening, Jack, old chap?" asked Walter, pretending to straighten his tie, and arrange his hair. "Is her name Carmencita or Marita?" he asked. "We don't know, yet," Cora informed him. "The poor child wasn't able to tell us much about herself." "Child!" exclaimed Jack. "Oh, then she's a little girl! The Mater always was great on infant classes."
The rest of the remark was lost, but this fragment served to put Cora on her guard. "Oh, isn't it exciting?" cried Marita, who had managed to have Jack help her over the dunes on the way to the dock. "You're right!" replied Jack, surveying her "nautical" outfit. "Couldn't beat it." "Silly! I mean going for the cruise." "Oh, I thought you meant that rig you're wearing.
They had made fast their boat, and came up the slope openly, as though their errand was the most innocent in the world. The light still glowed in the cabin. "Oh, Cora!" gasped Marita. "Suppose they do do something!" "Which is very likely they will do," replied Cora. "But don't talk I want to watch." From behind the screen of bushes Cora watched the men coming forward.
"Don't believe her!" exclaimed Cora, turning for an instant to smile at the girl who always seemed to be effacing herself for others. Then as she saw the spray coming up against the bows, and dashing over Marita, she added: "Oh, you poor child! Why didn't you say you were getting wet?" "Oh, I don't mind," was the brave answer. "But you must," insisted Cora.
"Oh, stop that nonsense, Jack!" exclaimed Cora, as her brother waltzed forward to do a two-step on the moss with timid Marita. "Why, what is wrong?" "Lots!" she exclaimed, and her manner must have impressed Jack, for he grew grave at once. "Has anything more happened since last night?" he asked. "There has. We've discovered the meanest plot to harm Denny Shane. Listen."
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