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When the gust of wind overtook us that night while Sahwah and Nakwisi and I were struggling to shut the gate we had run against in the darkness, Nakwisi and I jumped into the Glow-worm in haste and we all thought Sahwah was in too. But in running for the car she slipped in the mud and fell flat on her face in the puddle.
Margery wanted to keep her veil down because she was afraid of meeting people, and Sahwah thought it would appear strange if only she were veiled and suggested that we all keep ours down, but they nearly stifled us. So we compromised on wearing the tinted driving goggles, which really were a relief from the glare of the sun, even if they did look affected on the street, as Nakwisi said.
"Z," sent Chapa and Nakwisi to the dummy corner and it came back to Sahwah. "Zerolene," she said. "What's that?" they all cried. "I don't know," she answered, "but I saw it on one of the big oil tanks as we passed." Sahwah and Nyoda won the right to take the first paddle in the Keewaydin.
Little did we think that the only decent thing fate did for us on that trip was to withhold that chance! Nyoda and I went in search of the police station, leaving Sahwah and Nakwisi sitting and watching for the Striped Beetle. It was only Sahwah who was doing any watching out, however, for Nakwisi was looking through her spy-glass at the clouds. After some inquiry we found the police station.
We don't seem to have been very successful in running around the country after them, and if they managed to get the wire we sent to Chicago the other day they will probably find us if we go there too." "Did Gladys start out with us, or didn't she?" asked Nakwisi, thoughtfully. "I think sometimes it was all a delusion, and there were no more than four of us at the start."
The ceiling sloped down on our heads and the windows were small and the furniture was exceedingly cheap, but it was a place to stay and that was the main thing. "There's only one quilt on my bed," said Nakwisi rather disdainfully, "and I don't believe that has more than an eighth of an inch of batting in it."
I had dropped into the corner of the seat trying to get my finger into my mouth through the folds of my veil, and the effort not to cry out with pain made me faint. I had not even noticed when the car started. Margery was on the front seat with Nyoda and they had thought, of course, that Sahwah was in the back with Nakwisi and me. Well, it was evident that she wasn't. "Poor Sahwah," said Nyoda.
We all carried our cameras in our hands to be ready to snap anything worth while as it came along, and beside that Nakwisi had her spy-glass along as usual and I had my reporter's note-book. In honor of my being reporter they let me sit beside Nyoda at the start. Nakwisi couldn't wait until we got under way and bounced up and down on the seat with impatience.
"Please stop joking and tell us," begged Hinpoha. "I have told you," replied Katherine quietly. "Is there really a college out where you live?" asked Nakwisi. "We all thought you were going to college in the East." "She is," said Hinpoha. "She's only joking." Mrs. Evans sat looking at Katherine closely. She had just noticed something.
"This is traveling de luxe" said I, stretching out my stockinged feet on the foot rail, and wiggling my cramped toes. "I don't know about de looks," said Nyoda with a twinkle, "but as long as no one sees you it doesn't matter." "Who's making puns now?" inquired Nakwisi, severely. "What's this in the road?" asked Nyoda presently, as we came upon a bundle of bright green.
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