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Not all the girls would trust themselves to the scooters, but there were enough who went down to the ice to make an exceedingly hilarious party. Ralph Tingley and Tom Cameron were the best pilots. The small iceboats were built so that two passengers could ride beside the steersman and sheet tender. So the girls took turns in racing up and down the smooth ice on the south side of the island.
"I want to warn ye, Mis' Tingley," he said to the lady of the lodge, shaking his head, "that when Blent sets out ter do a thing, he does it. That boy's got to be found, and he's got to be kep' off this island." "I will see what my husband says when he comes," replied Mrs. Tingley, firmly. "I will not allow our men to chase the poor fellow further."
There stood the abashed Belle Tingley, her plate in one hand, the gilded vase in the other, and beside her was the tiny figure of Mademoiselle Picolet, who looked very stern indeed at The Fox. "I might have expected you to be a ringleader in such an escapade as this, Miss Cox," she said, sharply, but in a low voice.
"You wonderful, wonderful woman!" he thought, moved to a high pitch of admiration for her independence and her flagrant flaunting of tradition, "What a wife for my boy what a mother for my grandson if you hadn't spoiled it all!" She rode to the cemetery in The Laird's car with The Laird, Donald, and Mrs. Tingley. The Laird now considered his duty to Caleb Brent accomplished.
Tingley comes up for Christmas and takes all this responsibility off my hands." "Don't have any fear for us, Mrs. Tingley, I beg," said Tom. "We're only going to scramble ashore, and the first fellow who reaches the house is the best man. Now, fellows!" The punt bumped. Such a scrambling as there was!
"Yes," said the fat girl. "I'm in a quartette with Mary Cox, Lluella Fairfax and Belle Tingley. Oh, you'll see plenty of us," said Heavy. "And I say! you're going to the Upede meeting to-night; aren't you?" "Why yes. Do you all belong?" "Our quartette? Sure," said the plump girl in her off-hand way. "We'll show you some fun. And I say!" "Well?" asked Ruth.
The grinding of the cakes against the sides of the boat did not frighten any of the passengers unless perhaps Mrs. Tingley herself. She felt responsible for the safety of this whole party of her daughter's school friends. The wind was not strong and the drift of the broken ice was slow. Therefore there was really no danger to be apprehended.
Tingley that day. He said I might hope for salvation if I confessed my wickedness and besought forgiveness from God. He offered to pray for me and with me. He meant well poor, silly dear! but he was so terribly incredulous that presently I told him I didn't blame him a bit and suggested that I be permitted to paddle my own canoe, as it were.
Farther out the ice was of rougher texture, but that near at hand was clear and black. Out came the skates soon after breakfast, and everybody but Mercy went down to the lake. Later the boys made the lame girl and Mrs. Tingley come, too, and they arranged chairs in which the two non-skaters could be pushed over the smooth surface.
I know he has a warm, dry place to sleep, and plenty of firewood heaps and heaps of it." "You seem to know a good deal about him," the lady commented. "Yes, I do," admitted Ruth, honestly. "More about him and where he is hiding than he would care to have me tell you." So Mrs. Tingley did not catechise the girl further upon the subject of the fugitive.
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