gan Mollie.

"I am sure it is!" cried Grace.

The man was looking toward the end of the baggage car, so they got only a
side look at his face. Then the train moved away and was soon out of
sight.

"Well, if that's the fellow, he is gone," murmured Amy.

"Now, maybe, we'll never have a chance to catch him," added Mollie.

"Oh, we'll catch him yet," declared Betty,

Under ordinary circumstances the Outdoor Girls would have given the
incident considerable attention. But now their thoughts were of the
soldier boys so soon to leave.

"Didn't the boys say they were entraining for Philadelphia?" asked Grace,
trying hard to make her voice sound natural and merely conversational.

"Yes, that's where a great many of them go," Betty answered, praying
desperately that she might fight down that flood of tears that every
moment threatened to rise and overwhelm her. "I _won't_ be weak and
f-foolish," she was saying, over and over, to herself. "I won't, I won't,
I won't!"

Then the car came to a standstill beside the platform and the girls sat
looking at each other, not quite sure what to do next.

"Do you think it would be all right to stay here?" asked Mollie
uncertainly. "Of course we could get out when the boys came."

"It's a little conspicuous, don't you think?" suggested Amy mildly.

"Yes, it looks as if we had come to see a parade or something," Grace
agreed.

There was a great deal of luggage and many boxes piled at one end of the
station and it was upon these that Betty's eyes, roaming in search of some
sheltered spot, finally focused.

"We could slip in behind those packing cases and things," she suggested;
"and then we could see without being too much seen ourselves."

"Then the boys might not see us," protested Mollie, clenching her teeth
over her trembling lip. "We don't want them to think we weren't here to
say g-good-bye."

"Well, they'll see the car, won't they?" Betty argued, a little
impatiently, for even her sweet temper was beginning to give way under the
strain. "They'll know by that that we're here and then if they miss us,
they deserve to--that's all."

"Well, I suppose we'll have to take a chance," said Molly, almost crossly,
as she jumped out after Betty. "I only wish it was all over. The waiting
is getting on my nerves."

"Well, you don't think you're alone in that, do you?" Grace was beginning
when Betty interrupted with a little hysterical laugh.

"I--I don't see how it's going to ma