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But before Tom appeared Ruth saw, on one of her excursions into the yard, the old, dock-tailed, bony horse of Jasper Parloe drawing that gentleman in his rickety wagon up to the mill door. "Hi, Jabe!" called Jasper, in his cracked voice. "Hi, Jabe! Here's a grindin' for ye. And for massy's sake don't take out a double toll as you us'ally do.
And as Ruth stood in the porch a moment, while Aunt Alvirah proudly looked her over to see that she was all right, the girl saw by the expression on Tom's face that whatever Parloe talked about was not pleasing the lad in the least. She saw, too, that Tom pulled something from his pocket hastily and thrust it into Parloe's hand.
Ruth saw that Parloe was looking at her in his sly and disagreeable way, and she knew that he, too, had heard the words. "It was Jabe Potter he did it!" Was it an accusation referring to the boy's present plight? And how could her Uncle Jabez the relative she had not as yet seen be the cause of Tom Cameron's injury?
"It'll be a mighty long way to his house," grumbled one of the men. "I believe yeou!" rejoined Jasper Parloe. "Three miles beyond Jabe Potter's mill." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Doctor Davison, in his soft voice. "You know we'll not take him so far. My house is near enough. Surely you can carry him there." "If you say the word, Doctor," said the fellow, more cheerfully, while old Parloe grunted.
"Don't say that," said Tom, quickly. "At least, don't say you haven't hidden something." But he could not catch Mr. Parloe again. The man shook his head slowly and looked as though he hadn't the least idea of what Tom was driving at. "Look here," continued the boy, and drew forth the japanned box. "Well! Well!" and Jasper's mean little eyes twinkled more than ever.
"I ain't got no love for them Camerons. This here Tom is as sassy a boy as there is in this county." "But he may be seriously hurt," said Ruth, looking angrily at Jasper Parloe. "'Tain't nothin' to me no more than your goin' out ter live with Jabe Potter ain't nothin' to me," responded the old man, with an ugly grin. "You're a pretty fellow, you are, Jasper!" exclaimed Mr.
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.
"How-do, Ruth," he returned; but it must be confessed that he was not as bright and smiling as usual, and he looked away from Ruth and after Parloe the next moment. As the girl reached the machine Uncle Jabez came to the mill door again. He observed Ruth about to get in and he came down the steps and strode toward the Cameron automobile.
"I mean," said Ruth, with patience, "anybody whom you have never seen before or anybody whom you might suspect would steal." "Well," drawled Ben stubbornly, "your uncle, Ruthie, says old Jep ain't any too honest." "I know all about that," Ruth said. "But Parloe did not leave his team and go down to the summer-house, did he?" "Oh, no!" "Did you see anybody go down that way?"
"I wouldn't touch it," cried Helen, warningly. "I must!" gasped Ruth, greatly excited. "It don't belong to you," quoth Helen. "And I'm very sure it doesn't belong to Jasper Parloe," declared Ruth, earnestly. Tom glanced at the girl from the Red Mill suddenly, and with close attention. He seemed to understand her excitement. "Let me in there," said the youth. "I can reach it, Ruthie."
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