"There he is!" murmured the Indian girl, drawing herself up.

"There who is?" was Ruth's demand. Then she saw the object of Wonota's
anxiety, Dakota Joe stood under the portico of the hotel entrance. "He's
waiting for us!" hissed Ruth. "Stop, girls! Don't get out."

Helen and Jennie, over the heads of the others, saw the man. Jennie was
irrepressible of course.

"What do you expect us to do? Ride around all night in this taxi?"

"Call a policeman!" cried Helen, under her breath.

"Come back in here, Wonota," commanded Ruth, making up her mind with her
usual assurance. "Say nothing, girls." Then to the driver Ruth observed:
"Isn't there a side entrance to this hotel?"

"Yes, ma'am. Round on the other street."

"Take us around to that door. We see somebody waiting here whom we do
not wish to speak with."

"All right, ma'am," agreed the taxicab driver.

In two minutes they were whisked around to the other door, and entered
the hotel thereby. As they passed through the lobby to the elevators
one of the clerks came to Ruth.

"A man has been asking for you, Miss Fielding" he said. "He--he seems a
peculiar individual--"