WELCOME GUESTS
The next morning the girls waited anxiously for José to return from his
trip to the village for the mail. They had wanted to go with him, but
Miss Prudence had vetoed that plan with, "The sun's so hot today, and Jo
Ann's looking so pale, that I believe you'd better not take that long
horseback ride. I think I'd better begin giving her some of my
iron-strychnine tonic."
Jo Ann shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no, I don't need any tonic! Indeed
I don't. Don't waste any of your medicine on me. When it's gone you'd
probably have to send back to the States for some more."
"Well, I'll wait two or three days; then, if you're not looking better by
that time, you'll have to take that tonic without fail." Miss Prudence's
voice was firm.
When the family sat down to eat their lunch, José had not yet returned
from the village.
Noticing that Carlitos was not at the table, Peggy inquired of Miss
Prudence about him.
"He went with José after the mail," she replied.
No sooner had she finished her sentence than Carlitos burst into the
room, his blue eyes round and dark in his excitement. With his Spanish
words tumbling over each other in his haste he blurted out, "Ah,
senoritas, your automobile--it is stolen. Terrible!"
Not being able to understand him, Miss Prudence and Peggy stared
wonderingly. Jo Ann's and Florence's faces, however, flamed scarlet with
embarrassment.
"The cat's out of the bag now," flashed through Jo Ann's mind. "We'll
have to tell the whole tale." She could feel Mr. Eldridge's eyes boring
into hers.
The next moment Miss Prudence ordered sternly, "Carlitos, speak English!
Tell me what's happened."
In halting English Carlitos repeated that the girls' car had been stolen.
"Stolen!" ejaculated Miss Prudence. "What next?" She turned to her
brother. "Do you suppose that Luis could've stolen it?"
"No. The girls drove to the city after Luis was taken prisoner."
By this time Jo Ann had recovered her wits sufficiently to say slowly,
"The car was stolen when we were in the city."
"My stars!" Miss Prudence gasped. "Why--why didn't you tell us before
this? The idea of your not saying one word all this time! And you
might've been stolen--kidnaped--yourselves!"
"Don't get so flustered, Prue," Mr. Eldridge advised. "The girls're safe
and sound if their car isn't." He looked over at Jo Ann. "Begin at the
first and tell us exactly what happened. Florence, you and Peggy put in
all the details she misses."
Thus commanded, Jo Ann took a long breath and plunged into the story,
beginning at her first anxiety over the mystery man's presentiment about
his going to be killed. From that she went on to their discovery of the
smugglers' car in the desert, their finding them in the village, and her
reporting all this to the mystery man.
Other than a few exclamations and gasps Miss Prudence did not interrupt.
But when Jo Ann stopped to catch her breath, she threw in, "Well, after
all this wild adventure, I'll be afraid to let you girls stick your noses
outside the door. And here I'd thought all this time I was the perfect
chaperon."
The expression of stupefied amazement on his sister's face made Mr.
Eldridge smile half whimsically and say, "I've learned not to be amazed
at anything this trio pulls off. There're still several points not clear
in my mind, though." He began hurling question after question at the
girls, till each felt as if she were being cross-examined on the witness
stand.
Finally he was satisfied that he had gathered together all the loose ends
of the story. His face was grave as he said, "I'm glad it's all turned
out as it has--so far, but hereafter don't get tangled up in any way
whatever with smugglers. They're a dangerous set, as Mr. Andrews told
you. Most of them would as soon shoot our officers as not. Indeed, they
seem to look upon them as good targets for their practice. The next time
you suspect anyone of being a smuggler, come tell me about it."
So earnest and emphatic had Mr. Eldridge been that for the first time Jo
Ann realized fully the risks she had been running. "I'm through with
smugglers and their affairs from now on," she declared. "I was more to
blame for getting mixed up in this than Peggy and Florence. They'd have
kept out of it if it hadn't been for me."
Florence spoke up promptly and began trying to share the blame, but Jo
Ann shook her head. "No, I'm the guilty one."
After this well-deserved lecture Jo Ann felt "indigo blue," as she
expressed it to the girls afterward. "If I could only hear from Mr.
Andrews that he's all right and that the smugglers were caught and the
car found!"
The next day dragged on interminably, so it seemed to Jo Ann in her low
state of mind.
"Oh, cheer up, Jo," Peggy finally begged. "You're going to get good news
tomorrow, I feel it in my bones."
"I hope your bones're trustworthy," Jo Ann returned; "but I have my
doubts about their power to prophesy."
On the morning of the fourth day Jo Ann woke in a more cheerful mood. "I
believe we're going to hear from Mr. Andrews today," she told the girls.
Peggy smiled. "Your bones must be getting prophetic, too."
When José appeared at noon with a letter from Mr. Andrews, Peggy and
Florence were quite as excited as Jo Ann.
"Hurry up!" Peggy implored, as Jo Ann began to open it.
"Read it out loud--hurry!" urged Florence.
In another moment Jo Ann had unfolded the letter. "Why, it has only three
lines in it! It just says, 'All is well. Am bringing your car Saturday
afternoon to San Geronimo. Hope to get there by four o'clock.'"
Jo Ann's face was beaming by this time. "Just think! He's all right--and
so's Jitters!"
"Gr-and!" chimed in Peggy, catching Jo Ann and Florence by the hands and
circling about in lively dancing steps.
While they were still whirling about, Miss Prudence entered the room.
Jo Ann checked her fast-flying feet and sang out, "We've swell, elegant
news! The mystery man's alive, and he's bringing our car to the village
this afternoon--about four o'clock."
"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that!" Miss Prudence exclaimed. "Let's
see--if he reaches the village that late, he'll probably come on out
here. We must have a good dinner for him. That's fine of him, bringing
your car all that distance. Suppose you girls come to the kitchen and
help me awhile. I'll see that he gets some good New England cooking."
Jo Ann grinned. "That lets us girls out. We're from the South."
Miss Prudence came back promptly with, "You're all good help just the
same. Come along."
The three girls followed her to the kitchen and were soon busy helping
her prepare the salad and dessert. So diligently did they work that they
had finished before it was time for José to go to the village with the
horses for the two men to ride.
"Let's go with José," Jo Ann suggested.
"All right," agreed Peggy and Florence.
All three hurried off at once to change into their riding outfits.
When, about two hours later, they came in sight of Pedro's store, Jo
Ann's sharp eyes spied two cars in front of the building. "One of the
cars is a brand-new one. A beauty."
"Maybe it's Mr. Andrews's," Peggy suggested.
"That other one's his, I know. I wonder where he's parked Jitters. I
don't see her."
"I hope nothing has happened to her," put in Florence.
With their faces lit by the broadest smiles, the three sprang from their
horses and greeted Mr. Andrews, who had hurried out to meet them, Mr.
Gonzales following closely behind him.
"Oh, we're so happy you're safe and sound--that you're both all right!"
Jo Ann welcomed them.
"We certainly are, too, aren't we?" added Peggy.
Florence nodded. "Yes, indeed."
"Did you capture the smugglers--all of them?" Jo Ann asked eagerly in the
next breath.
Mr. Andrews smiled. "Not all of them; but the three ringleaders and the
two whose trail you set me following are behind prison bars. That gang's
broken to bits; I can breathe more freely now. If it hadn't been for you,
I might be dead. I'm certainly grateful to you."
Jo Ann drew a long sigh of relief, as did the other two girls. "That
certainly is grand news," she added the next moment.
"I hope that's the last experience you girls'll ever have of that kind,"
he said earnestly.
A moment's silence fell; then Jo Ann asked, "Where's Jitters?" Suddenly
recalling that neither man knew the name of their car, she added,
smiling, "Our old Ford, I mean."
The two men exchanged smiles before Mr. Andrews answered, "Jitters is a
complete wreck--in a deep gully near the border."
A look of utter bewilderment appeared on the face of each girl.
In another moment Jo Ann recovered sufficiently to say haltingly,
"But--you wrote--you were bringing our car."
"I did bring it. There it is!" Mr. Andrews gestured to the shining new
car. "It's a present for the assistance you girls have given us--to take
the place of your Jitters."
Three pairs of eyes flew open to their widest. So overwhelming was their
amazement that for once none of them could speak for a full minute.
"You have done much for us," Mr. Gonzales spoke up, smiling. "You have
probably saved my life as well as Mr. Andrews's. _Muchas gracias_."
"But--but, Mr. Andrews--Mr. Gonzales," began Jo Ann confusedly. "We do
not deserve this fine new car. You must not give us such a----"
"You have more than earned it," smiled Mr. Andrews. "It is yours by
rights. We owe you more than we can ever repay you."
Convinced at last that the car was rightfully theirs, the girls began to
exclaim delightedly:
"Grand!"
"Gorgeous!"
"Wonderful!"
"A thousand thanks from each one of us," added Jo Ann, shining-eyed.
With that the three of one accord ran over to the car to inspect it and
revel in its beauty.
"We'll feel so elegant--so swanky, riding about in this car!" exclaimed
Jo Ann.
They climbed inside then to admire the upholstery and shining gadgets.
A few minutes later Jo Ann was proudly driving out of the village, the
two men following in the other car, and José with the aid of a small boy
bringing along the horses.
"Won't Miss Prudence and Mr. Eldridge be surprised when they hear about
our new car?" Peggy remarked.
Jo Ann smiled broadly. "Miss Prudence was always scared of Jitters.
She'll be delighted."
"What shall we name it?" Florence asked a moment later.
Peggy suddenly chuckled. "How about naming it for Miss Prudence? It's so
shining and spotlessly clean. And besides, that name might help Jo to be
more prudent--less reckless."
"That name suits me," laughed Jo Ann.
"And me," added Florence. "And I believe it'll please Miss Prudence,
especially when we explain why we've chosen the name."
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