"And I declare!" cried Helen, as they rolled on through one of the
suburbs of the city, "there is one of the sights, sure enough. See that
billboard, girls?"

"Oh!" cried Wonota, who possessed quite as sharp eyes as anybody in the
party.

"We can't escape that man," sighed Jennie, as she read in towering
letters the announcement of "Dakota Joe's Wild West and Frontier
Round-Up."

"I am sorry the show is here in Chicago," added Ruth with serious mien.
"I am still limping. Next time that awful man will manage to lame me
completely."

"You ought to have a guard. Tell the police--do!" exclaimed Jennie
Stone.

"Tell the police _what?"_ demanded Ruth, with scorn. "We can't prove
anything."

"I know it was Joe in that car that ran you down, Miss Fielding,"
declared Wonota, with anxiety.

"Yes. But nobody else saw him--to recognize him, I mean. We cannot base
a complaint upon such little foundation. Nor would it be well, perhaps,
to get Dakota Joe into the courts. He is a very vindictive man--he must
be----"