We all looked at each other. The four girls were evidently ours, but
who was the one in blue?

"What time were they here?" we asked.

"About five o'clock yesterday afternoon," he answered. "They checked
some things here and then went into the dining-room."

Five o'clock was the time we should all have reached Ft. Wayne if
things had gone right.

"Have you any idea where they have gone now?" we asked, eagerly.

"They were on their way to Chicago, going through Ligonier," answered
the man. "I heard them talking about it. They seemed to be in a great
hurry and were only in the dining-room about fifteen minutes. The one
in blue kept telling them to make haste."

"The plot thickens," said Sahwah. "Gladys is mixed up in some adventure
of her own, apparently. She's not running away from us for the fun of
the thing, you can rest assured. I never thought so from the first.
She's probably taking some distressed damsel to Chicago in a grand rush
and counts on us to trust her until we catch up with her and hear the
explanation."

"Yes," agreed Nyoda, "she must have had some urgent reason for acting
so, that's a foregone conclusion."

"It's a _four gone_ one all right," said Sahwah, but Nyoda's mind
was too busy with wondering about Gladys to notice the pun.