Hilda was utterly unconscious of the admiration she aroused. She sat quietly looking out the window mile after mile, seeing little and thinking much. She was fully awake and alive to possibilities now. She realized what she had done, and in what danger she was. She had thought to get off the train at its next stop, but the train hadn’t stopped yet, except at a forlorn little shanty much like the station at Platt’s Crossing. If she got off there she would only have to take another train to get away from there, for there wasn’t a vehicle or trolley in sight, and she couldn’t walk far across country with a heavy suitcase. Besides, time was valuable. If her information was valuable to the Government, it certainly was necessary to get it into their hands as soon as possible. She sat with unseei
