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In a minute he maneuvered so as to get into the stern with his sister's chum, and there Ruth whispered to him her fears and desires regarding Blent and Jerry Sheming. "Say! we ought to help that fellow. See what he did for Jane Ann," said Tom. "And that old fellow looks so sour he sets my teeth on edge, anyway." "He is going to do a very mean thing," declared Ruth, decidedly.
My! wouldn't it make Bashful Ike's eyes bulge out? I reckon he wouldn't believe we had such hunting here in the East eh?" and her laugh broke the spell of fear that had clutched them all. "That critter beats the biggest bobcat I ever heard of," remarked Jerry Sheming. "Why! a catamount isn't in it with that black beast." "Where'd it go?" asked Tom, quite taken up with the running of the car.
Ruth, with all the fun and study of the opening of the fall term at Briarwood, could not entirely forget Jerry Sheming. More particularly did she think of him because of the invitation Belle Tingley had extended to her the day of their arrival.
The kitchen girls and the men hired about the camp were all in the big hall watching the fun, or aiding in decorating the lodge. Nobody saw Ruth and Tom. It was a very cold evening. There was a hazy moon and brilliant stars, but they did not think anybody would see their efforts to aid Jerry Sheming. Nevertheless, Ruth and Tom were very circumspect.
"You girls and boys want to be careful climbing around these rocks," said Jerry Sheming, gravely. At that moment the chorus of shouts from above reached their ears. Ruth turned about and her lips opened. She would have replied, but the backwoods boy leaped across the fire and seized her arm. "Don't make a sound!" he exclaimed. "Oh! Jerry " "If that constable hears "
Suddenly a quick, stern voice spoke out of the guest room down the hall. "Quick! bring that gun!" "Hul-lo!" murmured Uncle Jabez, looking up. "That poor boy's delirious," declared Aunt Alvirah. But Ruth jumped up and ran lightly to the room where Jerry Sheming lay. "What is it?" she gasped, peering at the flushed face that was raised from the pillow. "That cat!" muttered Jerry.
Then she heard a voice pronounce her name, and a hand was thrust into the snow bank and seized her shoulder. "Ruth Fielding! Miss Ruth! That come nigh to being your last jump, that did!" "Jerry Sheming!" gasped the girl, as he drew her out of the snow. "In here quick! Are they after me?" Ruth shook the snow from her eyes. She was like a half-drowned person suddenly coming to the surface.
As much as she was interested in Jerry Sheming, she did not like to think she was stirring up trouble for her school-mate's father. Just then the outer door of the inn opened and a man entered, stamping the snow from his boots upon the wire mat. "S-s-t!" said Preston, his eyes twinkling. "Here's Rufus Blent himself." It seemed that Mrs.
Tingley had never seen the real estate man and she was quite as much interested as Ruth in making his acquaintance. They both eyed him with growing disapproval as the old man finished freeing his feet of the clinging snow and then charged at Preston from across the big room. "I say! I say, you, Preston!" he snarled. "Have you done what I tol' you? Have you got that Jerry Sheming off the island?
"Not until Christmas morning," replied the lady. "He cannot get away before." "Well, I'll have to discharge that Jerry Sheming. Too bad, too. He's a worker, and well able to guide the boys and girls around the island knows it like a book." "Why let him go, then?" asked the lady. "Blent says he's dishonest. An' I seen him snooping around rather funny, myself.
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