And the girl, the moment she saw Ruth on the road, retarded the speed
of the machine. Reno, too, lost all semblance of dignity and would not
wait for the car to completely stop before bounding into the road and
coming to caress her hand.

"I know who you are!" cried the girl in the automobile. "You are Ruth
Fielding."

She was a brilliant, black-eyed, vivacious girl, perhaps a year or
more older than Ruth, and really handsome, having her brother's olive
complexion with plenty of color in cheeks and lips. And that her
nature was impulsive and frank there could be no doubt, for she
immediately leaped out of the automobile, when it had stopped, and ran
to embrace Ruth.

"Thank you! thank you!" she cried. "Doctor Davison has told us all
about you-- and how brave you are! And see how fond Reno is of you! He
knows who found his master; don't you, Reno?"

"Oh, dear me," said Ruth, breathlessly, "Doctor Davison has been too
kind. I did nothing at all toward finding your brother-- I suppose he
is your brother, Miss?"

"How dare you 'Miss' me?" demanded the other girl, hugging her again.
"You're a dear; I knew you must be! And I was running back and
intended to stop at the Red Mill to see you. I took father to town
this morning, as he had to take an early train to the city, and we
wished to see Tom again,"