Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest; Or, The Indian Girl Star of the Movies

settle on the wayside hedges. The purring of the engine of Helen Cameron's car betrayed the fact that it was tun

and pretty girl who occupied more than her share of the rear seat.

harp-featured and sharp-tongued girl sitting next to Jennie S

o travel that way just as well. After our experience in France we ought to be allowed to

ad. But the brown-haired, brown-eyed girl, whose quiet face seemed rather wistful, turned to smile up

ey," she said. "I try not to th

e plump one. "That diet kitchen in

the sharp-featured girl. "How that really n

is for him to like." Then she giggled. "There were so few fat people le

lder, but without losing sight of the road ahead. She was a careful, if rap

like that," proposed Ruth Fielding, the shadow on her face de

d not allow anybody to tease Ruth, although they all knew well enough that the abse

, and therefore lived in Cheslow all the year around, the girls were not native to the place. They had just left that pretty town behind them. It appea

rench for 'old hen,'"

a sigh, as Helen slowed down for a railroad crossing a

quite as much of a purist as that professor at Ardmore-what was his name?-that they tell the story about. The d

the prof, 'to employ a vulgarism, persp

the wheel "I bet that hur

broke into laughter, and they darted ac

e used to play around with were with us. Those fellows T

," Ruth reminded her. "Nothing

tter. I for one just won't think of my dear Henri as being food for cannon. I just won't! Why! before he and Tom can get into the nasty b

ed Mercy. "Runn

only way the Germans have ev

to the Irish bul

be there is a bit of Irish in the M

el like joining with Jennie in repartee. Though it might have been that even the fat girl's repartee was m

te with calm, now that Tom had gone back to France. At least, so Helen stated. At the Red Mill Ruth had been (she admitted it) ready to "fly to pieces." For naturally poor Aunt Alvirah and Jabez Potter,

ol "years and years before," to quote Jennie) and started on this trip from Cheslow to Longha

se at hand our movie writer must see it," said Jennie. "Give

"Let's see that bill. Dakota Joe's Wild West and Frontier Round-Up' Mm!

nie Stone. "It must be an awfully uncomforta

gain. "Another Hibernia

a mile ahead loomed the "big top." A band was playing, and

ng interested. "We shall have to park befo

r on his chin, and actually chewing a straw, motioned the young girl where to run her car. He was evidently the farmer who owned the field, and he wa

ng to stay here myself and watch 'em until the show's over. Cal'late to stay here anyway till them wild Inj

our old Wild West Show," hissed Jennie, as

the car on the other side, were startled by he

t thing broken lo

h car in order to catch sight of what had caused Ruth's excla

Look at t

ith you, Heavy?" dema

mazement, if not with fear. Tearing down the field toward the row of automobiles was a big black bul

d Jennie, and

rded the plump girl's escape. But plowing right on to the shelter

farmer before he really knew what was happening. Then he sa

the barnyard-drat him! Don't let him se

bull. But the animal paid no attention to him. It had set its eyes

, suddenly seeing her chum corne

ere time for the girl of the Red Mill to vault the door and so