At that Isadore _did_ gather snow--by running out for it. He brought back a dozen s...o...b..a.l.l.s and the first thing the girls knew the missiles were dropping over the top of the curtains into the sheltered s.p.a.ces devoted to the berths.
There _was_ a great squealing then, for some of the victims were quite ready for bed, and the snow was cold and wet. Mrs. Tingley interfered little with the pranks of the young folk, and Izzy was careful not to throw any snow into _her_ compartment.
But the tease did not know when to stop. He was usually that way--as Madge said, Izzy would drive a willing horse to death.
It was Heavy and Ann, however, who paid him back in some of his own coin.
The boys finally made their preparations for bed. Izzy paraded the length of the car in his big robe and bed slippers, for a drink of ice water.
Before he could return, Heavy and Ann bounced out in their woolen kimonas and seized him. By this time the train had come in, the engine had switched to the siding, picked up their sleeper, and was now backing down to couple on to the train again.
The two girls ran Izzy out into the vestibule, Heavy"s hand over his mouth so that he could not shout to his friends for help. The door of the vestibule on the off side was unlocked. Ann pushed it open.
The snow was falling heavily--it was impossible to see even the fence that bounded the railroad line on this side. The cars came together with a slight shock and the three were thrown into a giggling, struggling heap on the platform.
"Lemme go!" gasped Izzy.
"Sure we will!" giggled Heavy, and with a final push she sent him flying down the steps. Then she shut the door.
She did not know that every other door on that side of the long train was locked. Almost immediately the train began to move forward. It swept away from the Lumberton platform, and it was fully a minute before Heavy and Ann realized what they had done.
"Oh, oh, oh!" shrieked the plump girl, running down the aisle. "Busy Izzy is left behind."
"Stop your joking," exclaimed Tom, peering out of his berth, which was an upper. "He"s nothing of the kind."
"He is! He is!"
"Why, he"s all ready for bed," declared one of the Tingley boys. "He wouldn"t dare----"
"We threw him out!" wailed Heavy. "We didn"t know the train was to start so quickly."
"Threw him off the train?" cried Mrs. Tingley, appearing in her boudoir cap and gown. "What kind of a menagerie am I supposed to preserve order in----?"
"You can make bully good preserved ginger, Ma," said one of her sons, "but you fall short when it comes to preserving _order_."
Most of the crowd were troubled over Isadore"s absence. Some suggested pulling the emergency cord and stopping the train; others were for telegraphing back from the next station. All were talking at once, indeed, when the rear door opened and in came the conductor, escorting the shivering Isadore.
"Does this--this _tyke_ belong in here?" demanded the man of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, with much emphasis.
They welcomed him loudly. The conductor shook his head. The flagman on the end of the train had helped the boy aboard the last car as the train started to move.
"Keep him here!" commanded the conductor. "And I"ve a mind to have both doors of the car locked until we reach Logwood. Don"t let me hear anything more from you boys and girls on this journey."
He went away laughing, however, and bye and bye they quieted down. Madge insisted upon making some hot composition, very strong, and dosing Isadore with it. The drink probably warded off a cold. Izzy admitted to Bobbins that a sister wasn"t so bad to "have around" after all.
While they slept, the car was shunted to the sidetrack at Logwood and the western-bound train went hooting away through the forest. It was still snowing heavily, there were not many trains pa.s.sing through the Logwood yard, and no switching during the early part of the day. The snow smothered other sounds.
Therefore, the party that had come to the lake for a vacation was not astir until late. It was hunger that roused them to the realities of life in the end. They had to dress and go to the one hotel of which the settlement boasted for breakfast.
"Can"t cross to the island on the ice, they say," Ralph Tingley ran in to tell his mother. "Weight of the snow has broken it up. One of the men says he"ll get a punt and pole us over to Cliff Island if the snow stops so that he can see his way."
"My! won"t that be fun!" gasped Ann Hicks, who had overheard him.
She had begun to enjoy herself the minute she felt that they were in rough country. Some of the girls wished they hadn"t come. Ruth and Helen were already outside, s...o...b..lling with the boys.
When Mrs. Tingley descended the car steps, ready to go to breakfast, her other son appeared--a second Mercury.
"Mother, Mr. Preston is here. Says he"d like to see you."
Mr. Preston was the foreman to whom Jerry Sheming had been sent for a job.
Ruth, who overheard, remembered the man"s name. Then she saw a man dressed in Canadian knit cap, tall boots, and mackinaw, and carrying a huge umbrella, with which he hurried forward to hold protectingly over Mrs.
Tingley"s head.
"Glad to see you, ma"am," said the foreman. Ruth was pa.s.sing them on her way to the hotel when she heard something that stayed her progress. "Sorry to trouble you. Mr. Tingley ain"t coming up to-day?"
"Not until Christmas morning," replied the lady. "He cannot get away before."
"Well, I"ll have to discharge that Jerry Sheming. Too bad, too. He"s a worker, and well able to guide the boys and girls around the island--knows it like a book."
"Why let him go, then?" asked the lady.
"Blent says he"s dishonest. An" I seen him snooping around rather funny, myself. Guess I"ll have to fire him, Mis" Tingley."
CHAPTER XII
RUFUS BLENT"S LITTLE WAYS
The crowd waded through the soft snow to the inn. It was a small place, patronized mainly by fishermen and hunters in the season. It was plain, from the breakfast they served to the Tingley party, that if the unexpected guests had to remain long, they would be starved to death.
"And all the "big eats" over on the Island," wailed Heavy. "I could swim there, I believe."
"I am afraid I could not allow you to do that," said Mrs. Tingley, shaking her head. "It would be too absurd. We"d better take the train home again."
"Never!" chorused Belle and her brothers. "We must get to Cliff Island in some way--by hook or by crook," added the girl, who had set her heart upon this outing.
Ruth was rather serious this morning. She waited for a chance to speak with Mrs. Tingley alone, and when it came, she blurted out what she wished to say:
"Oh, Mrs. Tingley! I couldn"t help hearing what that man said to you. Must he discharge Jerry because Rufus Blent says so?"
"Why, my dear! Oh! I remember. You were the girl who befriended the boy in the first place?"
"Yes, I did, Mrs. Tingley. And I hope you won"t let your foreman turn him off for nothing----"
"Oh! I can"t interfere. It is my husband"s business, of course."