She had only her light traveling bag to carry, so she followed thecrowd through the gates, walking sluggishly and scanning the facesanxiously in order that she might not pass her uncle. She did notwish to go through the station out on the plaza, lest she make itmore difficult for him to find her, and she was keenly disappointedthat he had not been at the gate, for the train was half an hour lateand she had confidently expected him to be waiting. She took up herstand near the door of the waiting chamber and scanned the eddyingcircles of travelers that passed and repassed her.

"Something must have delayed him," she thought uneasily. "Hecouldn't miss me even in a crowd, because he is so careful. I hope hegot the telegram."

She had turned to compare her wrist-watch with the station clockwhen a voice at her back exclaimed half-doubtfully, "Morgan?"

CHAPTER XI

A SERI0US MIX-UP