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"First time I ever heard of a Sheming fainting or yet a Tilton, Miss," he told Ruth. "I don't believe you belong near here?" suggested Ruth, who sat beside him, for he seemed restless. "I don't remember hearing either of those names around the Red Mill." "No. I I lived away west of here," replied Jerry, slowly. "Oh, a long ways." "Not as far as Montana? That is where Jane Ann comes from."
Jerry Sheming was standing half-leg deep in the running stream, his hands over his head, and the men were holding him under the muzzles of their guns. "Why! it beats the 'wild and woolly'!" gasped Tom Cameron. "Silver Ranch and Bullhide weren't as bad as this. The scoundrels!" "Come out o' that brook, Jerry, or it'll be the wuss for ye."
Ruth felt her heart swell in anger against Rufus Blent, the Logwood real estate man. If she had not been determined before to aid Jerry Sheming in every way possible, she was now. If there was a box of money and papers hidden on Cliff Island, once belonging to Pete Tilton, the old hunter, Ruth desired to keep Blent from finding it. She believed Jerry's story about the treasure box and all.
He shouted to Lem Daggett: "Serve that warrant, Lem, and come along. Bring that young rascal. I'll fix him." "Let me read that warrant!" exclaimed Mr. Tingley, suddenly. "No, ye don't!" yelled Blent. "Don't let him take it into his hand. Read it aloud to him. But make that pesky young Sheming come ashore first. Before ye know it, he'll be runnin' away ag'in."
"But how did you find your way back here to the island?" Bob demanded again. "I ain't going to be beat by Blent," declared Jerry Sheming, doggedly. "I am going to have another look through the caves before I leave for good, and don't you forget it. "The engine on that train yesterday morning broke a piston rod and had to stop down the lake shore.
"You ought to stop that. Those fellows are hunting Jerry Sheming." "Who is Jerry Sheming?" he asked, quickly. Mrs. Tingley explained briefly. "I remember now," said her husband. "And this is the young lady who spoke a good word for the boy in the first place?" and he beckoned the eager Ruth to them. "What have you to say for your protégé now, Miss?"
Ben, the hired man, was fed as usual; but Ruth and Aunt Alvirah did not feel like eating; and, considering his fever, it was just as well, the doctor said, if the patient did not eat until later. Jerry Sheming was a fellow of infinite pluck. The pain he had endured during his rough ride in the automobile must have been terrific. Yet he was only ashamed, now, that he had fainted.
So she agreed with Tom and Ralph Tingley to try to follow the same passages that Jerry Sheming had taken her through upon the occasion of her first visit. "How shall we find our way, though, if it's dark?" questioned Ralph, suddenly. "I can't see in the dark." "Neither can the rest of us, I guess," said Tom. "Do you suppose we could find torchwood in that pile yonder?"
"We don't want to pull them out of the boat. You can fling a rope; can't you, Miss?" "I'd ought to," grunted Ann. "I've roped enough steers Why! you're Jerry Sheming," she declared, suddenly looking into his face. "Ruth Fielding wants to see you. Don't you run away before she talks with you."
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