Somehow it did not seem right to go off like this as though they were
abandoning the old man to his fate. Yet what could they do more than they
had done?

"Girls," she said, a little quiver in her voice, "I would give almost
everything I own to find the poor old professor and help him back to
happiness. If I only could," she added after a pause. "Well," said Wesley
Travers, as he looked admiringly at Betty's flushed, sympathetic little
face, "I imagine if any one could find him and bring him happiness, you
would be that one."

The young soldier accompanied them back to the road. After thanking him
for the information he had given them, the girls climbed into their cars
and headed toward home, leaving Wesley Travers still standing in the road
and looking after them thoughtfully.

"A mighty nice bunch of girls," thought the latter. "Especially the little
brown-haired one. They seemed rather interested in that dotty old
professor too. Lucky fellow to have four girls like that interested in
him!" After this remark he started off toward home.

Luckily for the girls, the next few days were so crowded with preparations
for the trip to Wild Rose Lodge that they had not much time to dwell on
the poor old professor and his misfortunes.

Only at night would they sometimes dream queer dreams in which wild-eyed
men went around smashing everything in sight and a little cottage stood
lonely and desolate and ghostlike amid a silent forest of trees.

After a night like this the girls were always glad to awake and find the