called Ruth up at her hotel.

"I must warn you, Miss Fielding" he said, "that I had a very unpleasant
meeting with that man, Fenbrook, only an hour ago. He actually had the
effrontery to look me up here in Wabash Avenue where I am staying with
my family, and practically demanded that I help finance his miserable
show because I had taken Wonota from him. He claims now she was his
chief attraction, though he would not admit that she was worth a living
wage when he had her under contract He was so excited and threatening
that I called an officer and had him put out of the house."

"Oh!" murmured Ruth. "Then he is in jail? He will not trouble us, then?"

"He is not in jail. I made no complaint. Just warned him to keep away
from here. But he said something about finding Wonota and making
trouble."

"I am sure, Mr. Hammond," said Ruth with no little anxiety, "that we had
better leave Chicago, then, as soon as possible. And if he comes here to
the hotel I will try to have him arrested and kept by the police. I am
afraid of him.

"I do not believe he will do anything very desperate--"

"I am not so sure," Ruth interrupted. "Wonota is confident it was he who
ran me down in New York. I am afraid of him," she repeated.

"Well, I will arrange for the shortening of our stay here. Mr. Hooley
will 'phone you the time we will leave--probably to-morrow morning very
early."

Ruth said nothing to the other three girls--why trouble them with a mere
possibility?--and they went to the theatre that evening and enjoyed the
play immensely. But getting out of the taxicab at the hotel door near
midnight, Wonota, who was the first to step out, suddenly crowded back
into Ruth Fielding's arms as the latter attempted to follow her to the
sidewalk.

"What is the matter, Wonota?" the girl of the Red Mill asked.

"There he is!" murmured the Indian girl, drawing herself up.

"There who is?" was Ruth's demand. Then she saw the object of Wonota's
anxiety, Dakota Joe stood under the portico of the hotel entrance. "He's
waiting for us!" hissed Ruth. "Stop, girls! Don't get out."

Helen and Jennie, over the heads of the others, saw the man. Jennie was
irrepressible of course.

"What do you expect us to do? Ride around all night in this taxi?"

"Call a policeman!" cried Helen, under her breath.

"Come back in here, Wonota," commanded Ruth, making up her mind with her
usual assurance. "Say nothing, girls." Then to the driver Ruth observed:
"Is