"Oh!" murmured Ruth. "Then he is in jail? He will not trouble us, then?"

"He is not in jail. I made no complaint. Just warned him to keep away
from here. But he said something about finding Wonota and making
trouble."

"I am sure, Mr. Hammond," said Ruth with no little anxiety, "that we had
better leave Chicago, then, as soon as possible. And if he comes here to
the hotel I will try to have him arrested and kept by the police. I am
afraid of him.

"I do not believe he will do anything very desperate--"

"I am not so sure," Ruth interrupted. "Wonota is confident it was he who
ran me down in New York. I am afraid of him," she repeated.

"Well, I will arrange for the shortening of our stay here. Mr. Hooley
will 'phone you the time we will leave--probably to-morrow morning very
early."

Ruth said nothing to the other three girls--why trouble them with a mere
possibility?--and they went to the theatre that evening and enjoyed the
play immensely. But getting out of the taxicab at the hotel door near
midnight, Wonota, who was the first to step out, suddenly crowded back
into Ruth Fielding's arms as the latter attempted to follow her to the
sidewalk.

"What is the matter, Wonota?" the girl of the Red Mill asked.