make them nervous and they might even refuse to let us go out in the
Gem any more."

"I don't see how the folks are going to know anything about it," said Amy
calmly.

"Unless our dear friend Percy blabs it all over town," added Grace.

"I think we ought to tell the folks," Betty spoke up suddenly. "I know
they would rather hear about it from us than from any one else. Hello,"
she broke off, as her eye lighted on a newspaper lying on the table, "this
looks like the evening edition. Maybe it has some news of Allen's
division."

"My, just listen to her," yawned Grace. "Allen's division, indeed. As
though he were the only one we were interested in--"

But her words were cut short by a startled exclamation from Betty.

"Oh, girls, look here!" she cried. "Look at these names. Oh, I hope it
isn't true! I hope it isn't!"




Chapter VII

Bad Tidings Confirmed