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"Jabe Potter, for instance." "Then you think this is likely to be Mr. Potter's?" queried Tom. "Couldn't say. Jabe will probably claim it. He would take advantage of the initials, sure enough." "And why don't you?" asked Helen. "'Cause me and Jabe are two different men," declared Parloe, righteously. "Nobody ever could say, with proof, that Jasper Parloe took what warn't his own."
When he was quite out of sight and sound, Tom whispered, patting Reno: "I declare, girls! That was Jasper Parloe!" "That mean thing!" returned his sister. "I guess he's a miser as well as a hermit; isn't he?" "Looks like it. I've a good mind to take that thing he put in there and hide it somewhere else. He wouldn't be so sure about it's being safe then; would he?" "No!
But when the party was ready to start, half a dozen strong, with Parloe trailing on behind, and with lanterns and a stretcher, Reno would not budge. The man called him, but he looked up at Ruth and did not move from her side. "I declare for't," exclaimed one man. "That girl will have to go with us, Doctor Davison. You see what the dog means to do."
Just beyond the first group of saplings Ruth heard a rough voice say: "And I tell you to git out! Go on the other side of the crick, Jasper Parloe, if ye wanter fish. That ain't my land, but this is." "Ain't ye mighty brash, Jabe?" demanded the snarling voice of Parloe, and Ruth knew the first speaker to be her uncle. "Who are yeou ter drive me away?"
Much of what he said was lost in the roaring of the waters; but the fellow understood him well enough, and scrambled into the car with his basket. It was Jasper Parloe, and the old man was shaking as with palsy. "My goodness gracious!" he croaked, falling back in the seat as the car darted away again. "Ain't this awful? Ain't this jest awful?"
Jasper Parloe had clucked to his old nag and was now rattling away from the place. "Where are you going, Ruth?" the miller demanded, sternly eyeing Tom Cameron, and without returning the lad's polite greeting. "She is going up to our house to lunch with my sister, Mr. Potter," Tom hastened to say before Ruth could reply. "She will do nothing of the kind," said Uncle Jabez, shortly.
"Will we be safe here, Tom?" cried Helen, as pale as a ghost now, but too brave to give way. "Are we safe?" "We're all right, I believe," said Tom. Jasper Parloe was already out of the car and ran into the mill. Only the hired man was there, and he came to the door with a face whiter than it was naturally made by the flour dust. "Come in, quick!" he cried to the young people.
Let him shoulder the sack into the mill." "The sack isn't coming into the mill," said Jabez, shortly. "What? what?" cried Parloe. "You haven't retired from business; have you, miller? Ye ain't got so wealthy that ye ain't goin' to grind any more?" "I grind for those whom it pleases me to grind for," said the miller, sternly. "Then take in the bag, boy," said Jasper, still grinning. But Mr.
There were bathing in the surf, and lawn tennis, and dancing at the hotel in the evening, and also lovely walks and drives, and once they went out on horseback to a large fruit farm some miles away, and were royally entertained by some of Bob Sutter's friends. Bob Sutter and his cousin, Mary Parloe, went along, and proved first-class company.
He and I were the only persons who heard what you said when you were but half conscious. You've kept still about it so as to shield Uncle, and I thank you." Tom looked abashed; but he was angry, too. "Confound that Parloe!" he exclaimed again. "He's been bleeding me, too! Threatened to go to my father and tell about it and Dad would have been pretty hot with your uncle, I expect."
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