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What had played Jabez's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that touched my lattice as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant; detected the disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again: if possible, still more disagreeably than before.
And Ruth was sure that he locked himself into his room with it at night. A loaded shotgun lay upon rests over the kitchen door all the time, and there was a big, two-barreled, muzzle-loading pistol on the stand beside Uncle Jabez's bed. Ruth was much more afraid of these loaded weapons than she was of burglars.
"She could never get into a suit of yours, you know very well, Ruth Fielding!" exclaimed Helen. "I'd get one of Uncle Jabez's long flannel nightgowns for her, then," giggled Ruth. "Look here! I don't seem to be in such great favor with either of you, after all," interposed the plump girl. "One would think I was a freak. And I prefer my own night apparel in any case."
One thing stood out firmly amid the turmoil of Jabez's environment and that was his idealistic and almost fanatical admiration of the exploits of Buffalo Bill as depicted on the screen and retailed in small paper-bound books.
"Oh, if you were only going to Briarwood with me, instead of to Cheslow High!" wailed Helen, one day, as they sat on the porch of the Red Mill house. "Ah, dear!" said Ruth, quietly, "don't talk about it. I want to go with you more than I ever wanted to do anything in my whole life " "What's that?" exclaimed Uncle Jabez's gruff voice behind them. "What's that you want to do, Ruth?"
"Part o' the time I been right here at the ranch," she sez, "but when the snow was heavy I stayed in a little cave right up the ravine from the pony corral. You don't reckon 'at I'd leave this child just on your account, do ya?" It was some comical to see Jabez's face. "Lord, no!" sez he.
Clearly, the captain was somewhat in dread of Jabez and Jabez's opinions; but Milly had no fear that the strangers would be sent adrift in deference to these. But something must be done to help the old people with the burden which had so suddenly fallen upon them.
The early adventures of these three are all related in the first book of the series, "Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill." One virtue of Uncle Jabez's, which shines as brightly in his rather gloomy character as a candle in the dark, is that he always pays his debts. If he considers he owes anybody anything he is not satisfied until he pays it.
When she came to think it over afterward she put what she had heard between the two old men Jabez and Parloe down at the brook, with what had occurred at the mill just before Tom Cameron had come in sight; and putting these two incidents together and remembering that Jasper Parloe had overheard Tom in his delirium accuse the miller of being the cause of his injury, Ruth was pretty sure that in that combination of circumstances was the true explanation of Uncle Jabez's cruel decision.
"You don't mean that it is your uncle's cash-box, Ruth?" interrupted Tom, in excitement. "Why, you ridiculous boy!" declared Helen. "You know that was lost in the flood." "I don't know. Do you?" Tom demanded, shortly. "But, Ruth!" gasped Helen. "It looks like Uncle Jabez's box," Ruth whispered. "But the letters! Jasper Parloe's initials," cried the hard-to-be-convinced Helen Cameron.
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