The Motor Maids Across the Continent Part 8

"Just a word--"

"And we--"

"And we've got the word," finished Billie in great excitement, flouris.h.i.+ng the letter. "We are not to deliver it if we feel that it would be dangerous, but if we can manage to slip it to her it will make two people very happy."

"But how can it be done? It sounds like a very risky adventure to me."

The girls exchanged sly glances while Billie related the plan. Many a time had they won Miss Campbell over to their schemes by touching her romantic heart.

"It's quite simple, you see, Cousin Helen. The mention of Fontainebleau will explain everything to Evelyn. You see, they met in Paris, and spent one beautiful day together at Fontainebleau."

There was a long pause while Miss Campbell considered the situation.

"I don't think any harm would be done," she said at last. "He has been very kind to us, and if we could help him along a little, bring two loving souls together--"

She paused and looked into the eager, interested faces of the four young girls. Could she refuse to help two lovers?

"I've always heard those Mormons were a very revengeful race of people; but we'll take the risk, dear children. I don't see that there will be much danger in it for us. Billie can write a perfectly non-committal note saying that she is in Salt Lake City for a few days, and would like to see Miss Evelyn, and it would do no harm, I'm sure, to add, 'Have you forgotten the beautiful time at Fontainebleau?'"

"Yes, yes; that is exactly the thing to say," cried the others, and they began to count the days and weeks before they could reach Salt Lake City beyond the great wall of the Rocky Mountains.

They were still chatting in close conversation when a voice behind them startled them. A deep, sonorous voice that had an ominous ring like distant thunder, and yet the words spoken were commonplace enough:

"Ladies, do you wish to buy any shoestrings, jewelry, handkerchiefs, pins and combs?"

They looked up quickly.

A peddler had approached and was now about to open his pack. From his coa.r.s.e dark skin and black hair, long enough to show underneath his slouch hat, they judged he was at least half-Indian, and he stood over them, a silent, statuesque figure, his narrow eyes becoming slits of blackness as he regarded them.

"I am very sorry," said Miss Campbell politely,

"I'm afraid we don't need any of those things. We are already well provided."

This courteous lady was always apologetic when she couldn't accommodate persons of a wandering character.

"Maybe the lady would like something better than shoestrings," continued the man, slipping his pack to the ground and opening a lower secret compartment from which he drew a long, narrow box.

Spreading a square of dark green cotton material on the ground, the halfbreed emptied out a double handful of beautiful opals.

"These opals I found in Mexico," he said, letting the stones drip through his fingers like glorified drops of milk. "They are very perfect ones. This one would make you a beautiful ring, madam. And this young lady would look well in a necklace of opals. I will sell them to you for half their value."

The girls looked at the stones with grave interest, but n.o.body wanted an unset opal, and at the beginning of this long journey they had no intention of buying jewels.

"I am exceedingly sorry, my good man," said Miss Campbell, "but we do not wish to buy anything, especially opals, because they are unlucky stones."

"Only for those, lady, who are not born in October. Now, I should say that this young lady was born in that month," he added, pointing to Billie.

"I was," said Billie, somewhat startled, "but how could you tell?"

"Lady, those who sleep under the stars are sometimes gifted in that way.

Since you were born in October, you should have an opal.

"'October's child will not be blest Who wears no opal on her breast.'"

"But I have one," protested Billie, "only I left it at home."

"Then you will not buy one of these stones!" exclaimed the halfbreed darkly.

"No," replied Miss Campbell, gently but firmly, "we wish nothing whatever. I think we must be going now, girls," she added, rising.

The man began to put away his wares sulkily while the girls gathered their belongings together and started for the automobile.

When he had fastened the pack to his back he walked over to the Comet in which they were already seated, while Billie cranked up the machine.

"Yesterday afternoon, in front of the place called Sevenoaks, a man in an automobile was struck by lightning and killed," he said. "Only a little while before his master had refused to buy from me. And I cursed them for their meanness. I was poor and they had money, but they refused to buy. And now I curse you. I curse you and your country and your parents and your grandparents. I curse the machine which carries you.

May your way be hard and full of dangers. May the lightning play about you and the thunder smite you. May you be lost in the mountains and starve in the desert and sleep without a roof over your heads. Curses be upon you and yours."

Having delivered himself of his burden of hatred, he strode down the road, a very figure of vengeance and enmity.

"Great heavens! the dreadful creature," exclaimed Miss Campbell, cowering in her seat fearfully.

"Don't notice him, Cousin Helen," said Billie over her shoulder. She had started the car and they were speeding along at a rapid rate. "He is insane, of course, and I'm glad we got rid of him so easily."

"Dear, dear, I hope we won't meet any more persons like that. He seems to be just a vessel of bitterness, as poor dear grandmamma used to say."

They rode along silently for some time in the bright suns.h.i.+ne without speaking. At last Elinor and Billie burst out simultaneously, as if they had both been pursuing the identical train of thought and at the same moment had reached an exciting conclusion.

"The man struck by lightning," they cried.

"Must have been Peter Van Vechten's chauffeur," went on Elinor.

"And that was why Peter Van Vechten rushed into the house yesterday in the storm," pursued Billie.

"Then the poor chauffeur must have been in the house with us all night,"

said Mary, shuddering.

"And that was why Mr. Moore was gone so long, and then wouldn't tell us what was the matter. He was afraid it would frighten us," added Elinor.

"It's very strange, but I believe you are right," observed Miss Campbell, s.h.i.+vering at the thought that there had been death and destruction about her while she slept all unconscious in the big leather chair by the fire.

That night they crossed the border line and slept in comfortable beds in a fine hotel in Omaha, Nebraska.

"Billie," said Nancy, with the covers drawn well about her head, so as to shut out the memory of that revengeful individual who had cursed them in such round terms, "Billie."

"Yes," replied her friend sleepily.

"Did that peddler's face remind you of anyone?"