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Preston had explained all this to Mrs. Tingley, who was used to neither the woods nor the lake, and she had agreed that this means of transportation to Cliff Island was sufficiently safe, though extraordinary. "Let's pile in and make a start," urged Ralph Tingley, eagerly. "Why! we won't get there by dark if we don't hurry."
That he was eccentric was true, but he had probably always been so, the doctor said. The old man was worrying over the loss of what he called his treasure box, and when Ruth confided to Mr. Tingley the truth about Jerry's return and the discovery of the ironbound box, Mr. Tingley determined to take matters into his own hands. He first went to the cave and had a long talk with Jerry.
"I've told Sam Carew to come for him," he informed Nan, when they had returned to the living-room. "I shall attend to all of the funeral arrangements. Funeral the day after to-morrow, say in the morning. Are there any relatives to notify?" "None that would be interested, Donald." "Do you wish a religious service?" "Certainly not by the Reverend Tingley." "Then I'll get somebody else.
Of course, nobody but Jerry had as strong a desire as she to outwit the old real estate man. The other girls and boys even Mrs. Tingley would not feel as Ruth did about it. She knew that well enough. If anything was to be done to save Jerry from being arrested on a false charge and dragged from Cliff Island by Blent, she must bring it about.
He was a brown, wrinkled old man, with sparse pepper-and-salt whiskers and a parrot-like nose. "Sharper" was written all over his hatchet features; but probably his provincialism and lack of book education had kept him from being a very dangerous villain. "I wanter know!" exclaimed Rufus. "So you're Tingley's lady? Wal! do you take charge here?" "Oh, no," laughed Mrs. Tingley.
"We are going about this thing in the wrong way, girls," she said quietly. "At least, I think we are." "How are we?" demanded Helen. "Surely, we all want to help Mrs. Tellingham." "And Old Briarwood," cried Belle Tingley. "And all the students of our Alma Mater will want to join in," maintained Lluella. "Now you've said it!" cried Ruth, with a sudden smile.
"Let's all go over to court to-morrow and see that lawyer get Jerry free," suggested Belle Tingley, and the others agreed with enthusiasm. It would be as much fun as snow-shoeing; more fun for those who had not already learned that art. The day after Christmas, in the morning, the boys insisted that everybody but Mercy Curtis should get out and try the shoes.
Tingley is a man who would stand idle and see you cheated even if he lost money through defending you," said Ruth, firmly. "Do you know him?" "No. I have never met him," Ruth admitted. "But his wife is a very nice lady. And Belle and the boys " "Business is business," interrupted Jerry, shaking his head. "I don't want Tingley to know where I be yet awhile, anyway."
"Well, don't be all night about it," growled Tingley, ungraciously. "We're wasting a lot of time here." Ruth did not reply, but took the next tunnel. She followed this for even a shorter distance before finding it closed. "Only two more. That's all right!" exclaimed Tom. "Narrows the choice down, and we'll be surer of hitting the right one eh, Ruthie?"
Quickly The Laird and his family entered the waiting limousine; it was the first occasion that anybody could remember when he had not lingered to shake hands with Mr. Tingley and, perchance, congratulate him on the excellence of his sermon. They were half way up the cliff road before anybody spoke. Then, with a long preliminary sigh, The Laird voiced the thought that obsessed them all.
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