CHAPTER XI
THE FROST GAMES
The big sleigh in which were Helen and the other girls swept into the clearing in advance and Ruth"s chum led the chorus addressed vociferously to the girl from Red Mill.
"Oh, Ruthie!"
"The lost is found!"
"And she got here first--wasn"t that cute of her?"
"Oh, _do_ tell us all about it, Ruth," cried Lluella Fairfax.
"However could you scare us so, Ruthie?" cried Jennie Stone, the heavyweight. "I was so worried I was actually sick."
"And that is positively "no error,"" laughed Belle Tingley. "For once Heavy was so troubled that she couldn"t eat."
Helen was out of the sleigh at once and hugged Ruth hard. "You blessed girl!" she cried. "I was _so_ afraid something dreadful had happened to you."
"And what became of that horrid boy Mr. Cameron tried to take to Scarboro?" demanded Madge Steele.
The boys piled out of their sledge before Ruth could answer these questions, and she was unable to give a very vivid explanation of all that had happened to her since leaving the train, until the whole party was gathered before one of the open fires in the hall, waiting for dinner. Before this hour came, however, and while the rest of the young folks were getting acquainted with the possibilities of Snow Camp, Ruth had a serious talk with Mr. Cameron regarding the mysterious boy who had disappeared on the verge of the Snow Camp reservation.
"I don"t know how he escaped us. He sped away through the woods with the old hermit"s snowshoes--I am sure of that. And that old Rattlesnake Man didn"t seem to be bothered at all by his loss," Ruth said.
"Perhaps that hermit knows something about the fellow. We"ll look into that," said the merchant, gravely. "However, Ruth, you did what you thought was right. It was reckless. I cannot commend you for leaving the train, child. Something dreadful might have happened to you."
"I thought something dreadful _did_ happen to me," said Ruth, with a shudder, "when those mules ran away and that catamount leaped up on the timber cart."
"I believe you! And your going to the cabin of that rattlesnake catcher. They say he is mad, and he handles the serpents just as though they were white mice. The people hereabout are afraid of him,"
said Mr. Cameron, earnestly.
"He was as kind as he could be to me," said Ruth, shaking her head.
"I don"t think I should ever be afraid of him. His eyes are kind. But the snakes--oh! they did frighten me dreadfully."
"From what I hear of this young man, "Lias Hatfield, who is in jail at Scarboro, he is a decent lad and has worked hard for his stepmother. The half-brother he shot was about the age of this boy we found down home. But _his_ body was recovered from the river only the other day when they arrested "Lias. I shall make it my business to see the Hatfields personally and learn, if possible, how a stranger like that boy who came here with you, Ruth, could have obtained Mr. Hatfield"s old wallet."
"He had some deep interest in the mystery of this shooting,"
declared Ruth, and she told the merchant of the newspaper clipping that had dropped out of the old wallet when she had undertaken to dry the boy"s clothing at the Red Mill.
Meanwhile, the other young folks were highly delighted over the possibilities for fun at Snow Camp. Tom and his friends did not pay much attention to what was inside the great log house; but before noon they knew all that was to be done outside and were unhappy only because they did not know which to do first. In addition, Busy Izzy had exhausted himself and every man about the place, asking questions; and finally Tom and Bob gagged him with his own handkerchief and threatened to tie him up and not give him any dinner if he did not stop it.
"But _do_ let him ask for a second helping to pudding, boys,"
urged the kind-hearted Heavy. "It"s going to be fine--I had a taste of the dough. Mary says it"s "Whangdoodle Pudding, with Lallygag Sauce"; but you needn"t be afraid of the fancy name she gives it,"
added the plump girl, rolling her eyes. "It"s just scrumptious!"
They laughed at Heavy"s ecstasies, yet all did full justice to the pudding. Such a hearty appet.i.te as everybody had! The snapping cold and the odor of balsam and pine gave a tang to the taste that none of them had ever known before. The girls were full of plans for quiet hours around the great open fires, as well as for the out-of-door fun; but Tom was leader on this first day of the vacation at Snow Camp, and he declared for skating in the afternoon.
Even Mrs. Murchiston went down to the pond.
The boys took turns in pushing her about in an ice-chair. But Mr.
Cameron put on skates and proved himself master of them, too. Long Jerry came down to watch them and grinned broadly at the boys" antics on the ice. Jerry was no skater; but he was stringing snowshoes and by the morning would have enough ready for the whole party and promised to teach the young folk the art of walking on them in half a day.
That afternoon on the ice only put an edge on the appet.i.te of the whole party for the frost games. "Plenty of time to make those pine-needle pillows for the girls at Briarwood, if we have a stormy day,"
quoth Helen Cameron. "We mustn"t mope before the fire this evening.
The moon is coming up--big as a bushel and red as fire! Oh, we"ll have some fun this night."
"What now?" demanded Madge Steele. "I see the boys have stolen out after supper. A sleigh ride?"
"No; although that would be fun," said Helen.
"Oh, dear! Can"t we take it easy this evening?" whined Heavy, after a mighty yawn. "I _was_ so hungry--"
"You shouldn"t give way to that dreadful appet.i.te of yours, Jennie Stone!" cried Belle Tingley. "If there"s any fun afoot I want to be in it."
"Come on! All ready!" shouted the boys outside the house, and the s.e.xtette of girls ran to get on their wraps.
They bundled out of the house to find Tom, Bob and Isadore each drawing a long, flat, narrow toboggan. Helen clapped her hands and shouted:
"Fine! fine! See these sleds, girls."
"We"re going to shoot the chutes, Heavy," sang out Madge. "Do you think you can stand it?"
"Now, don"t any of you back out," Tom said. "Each of us will take two girls on his sled. There"s plenty of room."
"You"d better draw matches for us," said the irrepressible Heavy.
"That is, if you intend drawing _us_--two to each toboggan--to the top of that slide. I never did care much for boys--they are greedy; but which one of you could drag Madge and me, for instance, up that hill?"
"We draw the line at that," cried Tom. "Those who can"t toddle along to the top of the chute needn"t expect to ride to the bottom."
They all hurried off, laughing and shouting. It was a most beautiful moonlight night. Save their own voices, only the distant barking of a fox broke the great silence that wrapped the snow-clad country about.
None of the grown folk followed them. The party had the hill to themselves.
It being a race to the hill-top, with the first two girls to take their places on the toboggan of the first boy, naturally Heavy was out of the running, and bound to be last. She came panting to the starting platform, and found Ruth waiting to share Isadore"s sled with her.
Tom, with Madge and Belle, had already shot down the icy chute. Bob Steele, with Lluella and Helen before him, dropped over the verge of the platform and their toboggan began to whiz down the pathway, as Jennie plumped down upon the remaining toboggan.
"Come on, Ruthie! You"re a good little thing to wait for me--and I guess Tom Cameron didn"t like it much, either? He wanted you."
"Nonsense, Jennie," returned Ruth, with a laugh. "What does it matter? As long as we all get a slide--"
"Hurry up, now," cried Busy Izzy, troubled because he was behind his comrades, if the girls were not. "Sit tight."
He pushed the toboggan over the edge of the drop almost before Ruth was settled behind Jennie. He flung himself upon the sled, sitting sideways, and "kicked" them over the drop. The toboggan struck the icy course and began to descend it like an arrow shot from a bow.
Jennie Stone shrieked a single, gasping:
"Oh!"