"That"s handsome of yo"," agreed the man, but with a puzzled look.
"I wanted another ride," went on Ruth, "and I got Toby to take me around this way. Because, you see, I"m curious."
"Is that so, Miss Ruth?" returned the long and lanky man. "Seems t" me we most of us are. What is yo" curiosity aimin" at right now?"
Ruth laughed, as she saw his gray eyes twinkling. But she put on a brave front and said: "I"d dearly love to see into your cotton storehouse.
Can"t I come in? Are the men working there now?"
"Yes"m. And the boys," said Mr. Jimson, drily.
Ruth had to flush at that. How the boss had guessed her errand she did not know; but she believed he suspected the reason for her visit. It was a moment or two before she could decide whether to confide in him or not.
Meanwhile, Toby held her stirrup and she leaped down and mounted the platform. The negro led the mare and the mule into the shade. Mr. Jimson still smiled lazily at her, and chewed a straw.
Finally, when Ruth was just before the man, she smiled one of her friendly, confiding smiles and he capitulated.
"Miss Ruth," he said, in his soft, Southern drawl, "Jes" what is it yo"
want? I saw you an" that other little Miss Yank-beggin" yo"
pahdon-lookin" at that rag"m.u.f.fin I took in yisterday, an" I s"pected that you knowed him."
"Oh, Mr. Jimson! how sharp you are."
"Pretty sharp," admitted the boss, with a sly smile. "I"d like t" know what he"s done."
"He"s run away from home," Ruth said quickly.
"Ya-as. They mos" allus do. But what did he do "fore he ran away, Miss Ruth?"
The man"s dry, crooked smile held a.s.surance in it. Ruth realized that if she wanted his help-and she did-she must be more open with Mr. Jimson.
"I don"t believe that he has really done anything very bad," Ruth said gravely. "It was what he was accused of and the punishment threatening him, which made Curly run away."
"Curly?" repeated Jimson.
"Yes. That"s what we call him. His name is Henry Smith."
"I"ll be whip-sawed!" exclaimed Jimson. "I like that boy. He give me his real name-he sho" did. Curly Smith he said "twas. An" yit, _that_"d be as good a disguise as he could ha" thunk up, mebbe. Smith"s a mighty common name, ain"t it?"
"Curly always was a frank and truthful boy. But he was full of mischief."
She knew that she had Mr. Jimson"s sympathy for the boy now, so she began to tell him all about Curly. The warehouse boss listened without interruption save for an occasional, "sho", now!" or "you don"t say!"
Her own and Helen"s adventures since they had left home to come South, seemed to amuse Mr. Jimson a great deal, too.
"I"ll be whip-sawed!" he exclaimed, at last. "You little Miss Yanks are the beatenes"-I declar"! Never heard tell of sech gals as you are, travelin" about alone-jest as perky as young pa"tridges! Sho" now!"
"My chum and I have gone about a good deal alone. We don"t think it so very strange. "Most always my friend"s twin brother is with us."
"Wal, that don"t make so much difference," said Mr. Jimson. "Her twin brother? Is he older"n she is?" he added, quite innocently.
"Oh, no," Ruth admitted, stifling a desire to laugh. "My chum and I feel quite confident of finding our way about all right."
"Sho" now! I got a gal at home that"s bigger"n older"n you and Miss Helen and her maw wouldn"t trust her t" go t" the Big House for a drawin" of tea. She"d plumb git lost," chuckled Mr. Jimson. "But now!
about this boy. What d" yo" want t" do about him?"
"Oh, Mr. Jimson!" Ruth cried. "I do so want to be sure that Curly stays here until I can hear from his grandmother. I have written to her and begged her to take him back--"
"An" git him grabbed by the police?" demanded Jimson.
"He ought to go back and fight it out," Ruth declared firmly. "He ought not to knock about the world, and fall into bad a.s.sociations as he may, and come to harm. I don"t believe he will be punished if he is not guilty."
"It don"t a-tall matter whether a man"s innocent or guilty," objected Mr. Jimson. "If the police is after him, he"s jest natcher"ly _scared_."
"I suppose so," Ruth admitted. "I would run away myself, I suppose. But I want Curly to go back to Mrs. Sadoc Smith."
"Jest as you say, Miss Ruth. I"ll hold on to him," the warehouse boss promised.
"I hope he doesn"t see us girls and get frightened, thinking that we"ll tell on him," Ruth said.
"I"ll see to it that he doesn"t skedaddle," Mr. Jimson a.s.sured her.
"He"s sleepin" at my shack nights. I"ll lock him in his room."
Ruth laughed at that, and rather ruefully. "That"s what his grandmother did," she observed. "But it didn"t do any good, you see. He got out of the window and went over the shed roof to the ground. And it was a twenty-foot drop, too."
"Don"t yo" fret," said Mr. Jimson. "The windah of his room is barred.
And he"d half t" drop into the river. By the looks of things," he added, c.o.c.king his eye at the treetops, "there"s goin" to be plenty of water in this river pretty soon."
Jimson was a prophet. That very night it began to rain.
CHAPTER XV-THE RIDE TO HOLLOWAYS
Being kept indoors by the rain was not altogether a privation. At least, the three girls staying at the Big House did not find it such.
They became acquainted with Mammy Dilsey during that first day of rain.
At least, the girls from the North did; Nettie had been a pet of the old woman for years.
Dilsey was full of old-time stories-just such stories as were calculated to enthrall girls of the age of Ruth Fielding and her friends. For even Ruth, with all her good sense and soberness, loved to hear of pretty ladies, in pretty frocks, and with beautifully dressed gentlemen dancing attendance upon them, such as in the old times often filled Merredith House.
Mammy Dilsey insisted she could remember when men really dressed in satin and lace, and wore wonderfully fluted shirt-bosoms, and fine linen and broadcloth. The pre-Civil War ladies, of course, with their crinolines, and tiny bonnets, and enormous shade-hats must have looked really beautiful. The girls listened to the tales of the parties at the Big House almost breathlessly.
"An" dat time de Gov"nor come-de _two_ Gov"nors come," sighed Mammy Dilsey. "De Gov"nor ob No"th Ca"lina an" de Gov"nor ob So"th Ca"lina--"
"I know what they _said_ to each other-those two governors," interrupted Helen, her eyes dancing. "My father told me."
"I dunno wot dey _said_," said Mammy Dilsey, who did not know the old joke. "But I sho" knows how dey _looked_. Dey was bof such big, upstandin" sort o" men. My-oh-my! Ah tells yo", chillen, dey was a big _breed_ o" men in dese pahts in dem days-sho" was.