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"Because we've got among the same sort of rock as you find at Ergles." "Good, lad!" burst out Dan Rugg. "That's minding your teachings. But are you right?" "Yes, father: look," said the boy, holding up his lantern toward the glittering roof of the hall in which they stood. "There it is: Blue John." Dan raised his lantern too, and drew his miner's pick from his belt. Chink, clash.
Danny Rugg, and some of the older boys, got up a small baseball game, and then Danny, with one or two chums, went off in a deeper part of the woods. Bert heard one of the boys ask another if he had any matches. "I know what they're going to do," whispered Bert to Nan. "What?" she asked. "Smoke cigarettes. I saw Danny have a pack." Nan was much shocked, but she did not say anything.
"Well, I never smoked much. Lots of the fellows smoke more than I do." "That is no excuse. It is a bad habit for a boy. You may go to your room. I will consider your case later." From then on Mr. Rugg did some hard thinking. He began "putting two and two together" as the old saying has it. He remembered the Bobbsey boathouse fire.
'Tell, little one, said Mr. Rugg, the doctor, as he found Geraldine on the landing-place outside her mother's room, and spoke to her in a voice that to her reluctant ears, as well as to those of Sister Constance, who followed him, sounded all the more vulgar because it was low, wheedling, and confidential; 'you are always about the house, you know everything what accident has your mamma met with?
Once there was a loud order which came rolling out, and a little later a gleam of lights was seen, but no rush of footsteps, no sign of pursuit; and suddenly a voice broke the silence of the peaceful night air, as Nick Garth roared out: "'Taren't likely. Rats won't show for hours after the dogs have hunted 'em in their holes." "Ah! might wait for a week," growled Dan Rugg.
"He doesn't belong to any circus," went on Danny. "That dog belongs to Mr. Peterson, who lives over in Millville. He lost a trick dog, and he advertised for it. He's going to give a reward. I'm going to tell him, and get the money." "You can't take our dog away!" cried Freddie, coming up just then. "Don't you dare do it, Danny Rugg."
'What I envy you, sir, is, said Mr Rugg, 'allow me to take your hat we are rather short of pegs I'll put it in the corner, nobody will tread on it there What I envy you, sir, is the luxury of your own feelings. I belong to a profession in which that luxury is sometimes denied us.
An occasional group of figures, clad in light and summerlike garments, and adorned with gay and startling colors, passed him through the moonlight; so that what with the brightness and warmth of the night, together with all these unusual sights and sounds, it appeared to Jonathan Rugg that he was rather the inhabitant of some extraordinary land of enchantment and unreality than a dweller upon that sober and solid world in which he had heretofore passed his entire existence.
Tetlow asked Jimmie this question quickly: "What did you do with Bert's knife fie lent it to you last night?" For a moment Jimmie was confused. A strange look came over his face. He clapped his hand to his pocket and exclaimed: "I I lent it to Danny Rugg." "Danny Rugg!" cried Bert. "No, I didn't exactly lend it to Danny," explained Jimmie, "for I knew, Bert, that you and he weren't very friendly.
Bobbsey thought it too far to take Flossie and Freddie, so they were left behind on the second trip, Nan and Dorothy going with Bert and Harry. They saw Danny Rugg standing in front of a log cabin which was on the edge of a lumber camp. The bully seemed uneasy at the sight of Harry and Bert, and called out: "If you're coming here to make any trouble I'll tell my father on you.
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