arm 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 ov