THE AUTOMOBILE WINS
Immediately after breakfast, next morning, "The Automobile Girls" started
in Ruth's car for Naki's house in Pittsfield.
Miss Stuart had decided that it would be best to have Eunice out of the
way when she and Mr. Latham made their call on the grandmother.
So the girls hurried off after Eunice.
They were in splendid spirits as they approached Naki's house. No one of
them doubted, for an instant, that Mr. Winthrop Latham would find little
Eunice was his niece.
"You run in and ask the grandmother whether Eunice may take a ride with
us, Mollie," Ruth suggested as she stopped her car. "If Naki is at home,
ask him to step out here a minute. I want to prepare him for the call of
Aunt Sallie and Mr. Latham."
In three minutes Mollie flew out of the house again. She was alone. There
was no sign of Eunice!
"O girls!" Mollie cried, "Eunice and her grandmother are gone!"
"Gone where?" Bab queried.
"Back to their own wigwam!" Mollie continued. "Last night Ceally says a
woman, heavily veiled, came here, accompanied by a young man. They talked
to the Indian woman and Eunice a long time. They told the squaw a man was
in pursuit of her. He would come this morning to take her away. She was
so frightened that Naki and Ceally could do nothing to influence her. She
started with Eunice, last night, for their wigwam in the hills. Who do
you think her visitors were?"
"Mrs. Latham and Reginald!" cried the other three girls at once.
"It is all so plain," argued Ruth. "Mr. Latham probably told his sister,
last night, that he had seen Eunice, and meant to come here, this
morning, and find out who the child really was. Mrs. Latham and Reginald
then rushed here to get the squaw and the child out of the way until they
could have time to plan."
"But what shall we do now?" asked Mollie, her eyes full of tears. "I do
not believe Mrs. Latham and Reginald will be content with sending Eunice
and her grandmother back to their own hill. Mr. Latham could follow them
up there. I know they will try to spirit Eunice away altogether. They
will not wait. Oh, what, what can we do?"
"I know," Ruth answered quietly.
"Have you any money, girls?" she inquired. "I have twenty-five dollars
with me."
"I have twenty with me," Grace replied. "I have ten," declared Bab. "And
I have only five," Mollie answered.
"Then we are all right for money," said Ruth. "Naki," she continued,
turning to their guide, who had now come out to them, "I want you to give
this note to Aunt Sallie and Mr. Latham when they come here. It will
explain all. Tell them not to worry. I shall send a telegram before
night."
Taking a piece of paper from her pocket, Ruth hurriedly wrote a letter of
some length.
"Now, let's be off!" Ruth insisted.
"What are you going to do now, Ruth Stuart?" Mollie demanded.
"Why, what can we do," Ruth replied, "except go straight up to the wigwam
for Eunice and run away with her before anyone else can."
"Run away with her!" faltered Grace.
"What else can we do?" queried Ruth. "If we delay in getting Eunice out
of Mrs. Latham's and Reginald's clutches, they will place the child where
no one can ever find her. Mrs. Latham will then persuade her brother to
give up his search. We must save Eunice."
"But what will Aunt Sallie say?" cried Barbara.
"I have written Aunt Sallie," Ruth explained, "that we would take Eunice
to a nearby town. We can telegraph Aunt Sallie from there."
"But, suppose, Ruth," Grace suggested, "the Indian grandmother will not
let Eunice go with us."
"Never mind, Grace," Bab retorted, "'The Automobile Girls' must overcome
obstacles. I believe the old grandmother will let Eunice come with us, if
we tell her the whole story. We must explain that Mr. Winthrop Latham
wants to see Eunice in order to be kind to her and not to harm her, and
ask the squaw if Eunice is Mr. William Latham's child. We must make her
understand that Mrs. Latham and Reginald are her enemies, we are her
friends----"
"Is that all, Bab?" laughed Grace. "It sounds simple."
"Never mind," Mollie now broke in to the conversation, "I believe I can
somehow explain matters to Mother Eunice."
By noon "The Automobile Girls" were halfway up the hill that led to the
wigwam.
Mollie, who was walking ahead, heard a low sound like a sob. Crouched
under a tree, several yards away, was little Eunice. At the sight of
Mollie she ran forward. A few feet from her she stopped. A look of
distrust crossed her face.
"Why did you come here?" she asked in her old wild fashion.
"Why, Eunice," Mollie asked quietly, "are you not glad to see your
friends?"
At first, Eunice shook her head. Then she flung her arms around Mollie's
neck. "I want to give you that strange thing you called a kiss," she
said. "I am so glad to see you that my heart sings. But grandmother told
me you meant to sell me to the strange man, who looked at me so curiously
yesterday. So I came back up the hill with her. You would not sell me,
would you? You are my friends?"
"Look into my eyes, Eunice," Mollie whispered. "Do I look as though I
meant to harm you? You told me once that if you could see straight into
the eyes of the creatures in the woods you would know whether their
hearts were good. Is my heart good?"
"Yes, yes!" Eunice cried. "Forgive me."
"But we want you to have a great deal of faith in us, Eunice," Mollie
persisted. "We want you to go away with us this very afternoon. Take us
to your grandmother. We must ask her consent."
Eunice shook her head. "I cannot go," she declared, finally.
"But, Eunice, if you will only go with us, you can buy more pretty gold
chains. You can buy beads and Indian blankets for your grandmother,"
coaxed Grace. "Who knows? Some day you may even own a big, red bird like
Ruth's, and fly like 'The Automobile Girls.'"
Still Eunice shook her head.
"But you will come with us, if your grandmother says you may?" Ruth
urged.
"No," Eunice declared. "I cannot."
"Why, Eunice?" Mollie queried gently.
"Because," said Eunice, "to-day I fly up in the sky!" The child pointed
over her head.
"Why, the child is mad from her illness and the fatigue of her long walk
up here," Grace ejaculated in distress.
But Eunice laughed happily. "To-day I fly like the birds, high overhead.
Long have I wished to go up into the big blue heaven away over the trees
and the hilltops. To-day I shall fly away, truly!"
The girls stared at Eunice in puzzled wonder. They could understand
nothing of the strange tale she told them. Was the child dreaming?
A light dawned upon Mollie.
"Girls!" Mollie cried, "Reginald Latham is going to take Eunice off in
his airship!"
"Can it be possible?" Bab exclaimed.
"Eunice," asked Mollie, "are you going for a ride in the big balloon I
showed you yesterday as we rode away from the hospital?"
"Yes," Eunice declared. "Last night the young man who came to Naki's
house talked with me. He whispered to me, that if I were good and did not
tell my grandmother, he would take me to ride with him in his great ship
of the winds. But he will bring me home to my own wigwam to-night. I will
go with you in your carriage to-morrow. Now, I wait for the man to find
me. He told me to meet him here, away from my grandmother's far-seeing
eyes."
"Eunice," Mollie commanded firmly, "come with me to your wigwam."
"But you will tell my grandmother! Then she will not let me fly away!"
Eunice cried.
"You cannot fly with Reginald Latham, Eunice," Mollie asserted. "He will
not bring you back again to the wigwam. He will leave you in some strange
town, away from your own people. You will never see your grandmother. You
will never see us again!"
Eunice, trembling, followed the other girls to the wigwam.
"I believe," Bab said thoughtfully as they walked on, "that Reginald
Latham planned to get Eunice away from this place forever. He did not
mean to injure her. He would probably have put her in some school far
away. But Mr. Winthrop Latham would never have seen her. Eunice would not
then take half of the Latham fortune from Reginald. Just think! Who could
ever trace a child carried away in an airship? She might be searched for
if she went in trains or carriages, but no one but the birds could know
of her flight through the air."
The old grandmother heard "The Automobile Girls" approaching.
She was standing in front of a blazing fire. With a grunt of rage, the
old woman seized a flaming pine torch and ran straight at Mollie.
"Put that down!" commanded Barbara, hotly. "You are a stupid old woman.
We have come to save Eunice for you. Unless you listen to us she will be
stolen from you this very afternoon. You will never see her again. There
is no use in your trying to hide Eunice any longer. We know and her uncle
knows, that she is the child of your daughter and of Mr. William Latham.
You told Mr. Winthrop Latham that Eunice died when her mother did."
Barbara had depended on her imagination for the latter part of her
speech, but she knew, now, that she had guessed the truth.
Under her brown leather-like skin the old squaw turned pale.
Then Mollie explained gently to the old woman that Mrs. Latham and
Reginald were Eunice's enemies; that they wished to be rid of Eunice so
that they might inherit her father's money. She told of Reginald Latham's
plan to carry Eunice away that afternoon.
"Now, Mother Eunice," Mollie ended, "won't you let little Eunice go away
with us this afternoon, instead? We will take good care of her, and will
bring her home to you in a few days. But Eunice must see her uncle, Mr.
Winthrop Latham. You will not stand in the way of little Eunice's
happiness, I know!" Mollie laid her hand on the old squaw's arm.
But the squaw had bowed her head. She did not notice Mollie.
"It is the end!" The old woman spoke to herself. "I give up my child. The
white blood is stronger than the Indian. She will return to the race of
her father. Her mother's people shall know her no more."
"May Eunice go away with us now?" Ruth urged. "And won't you go down to
the village, and stay with Naki and Ceally until Eunice comes back?"
"Take the child, when you will," assented the Indian woman. "She is mine
no longer."
"Then come, hurry, Eunice. We must be off," Bab cried.
Eunice got her new coat and hat. Then she flung her arms around her
grandmother, and kissed her in the way Mollie had taught her.
The old Indian woman hugged the child to her for one brief instant; then
she relaxed her hold and went back into her wigwam.
"The Automobile Girls" and Eunice ran down the hill.
In half an hour they found "Mr. A. Bubble." He was patiently awaiting
their return.
"Jump into the car in a hurry," Ruth cried. "Put Eunice in the middle. We
have a long distance to travel before night falls."
The girls leaped into the automobile. It sped away through the autumnal
woods.
"Look, do look up above us!" Mollie exclaimed.
Away above their heads something white sailed and circled in the air.
"It is Reginald Latham in his airship," cried Grace.
"Well, Mr. Reginald Latham," laughed Mollie, "an airship may do the
business of the future; but for present purposes I'll bet on the
automobile."
For hours "The Automobile Girls" drove steadily on. The roads were well
marked with signposts. Ruth wished to make a nearby town away from the
main line of travel.
At dusk they arrived in North Adams.
Ruth drove at once to a telegraph office, where she telegraphed to Miss
Sallie: "Safe in North Adams with Eunice. Had a fine trip. Expect you and
Mr. Latham in the morning. All is well. Do not worry. Ruth."
Ruth and her friends put up at the Wilson House in North Adams. They
explained to the hotel proprietor that they were staying in Lenox. Their
aunt would join them the next day.
Five weary girls slept the sleep of the just.