"Reckon so," grinned Jerry. "Uncle Pete wouldn"t give me much powder and shot when I was a kid. And finally I could bring home a bigger bag of wild turkeys than he could, and all I had to get "em with was this bow"n"arrer."
He strung the bow, and Ruth saw that it took all his strength to do it.
The boys and girls were still shouting for her in a desultory fashion.
Jerry laid his finger on his lips, nodded at his visitor, and stepped swiftly out of sight along the cleared shelf of rock.
Ruth left the fire to peer after him. She saw him bend the bow and saw the swift flight of the arrow as it shot out of the chasm and curved out of sight beyond the broken edge of the snow-wreath which masked the summit of the cliff.
She heard the clamor of her friends" voices as they saw the arrow shoot over their heads. Then they were silent.
Jerry ran back to her and unstrung the bow, putting it away in its niche.
But from the same place he produced a blue-barrelled rifle.
"I know you won"t tell Blent, or any of them, how to reach me, Miss Ruth,"
he said, looking at her with a smile.
"I guess not!" exclaimed the girl.
"I am going to show you the way out--to the other end. I wish you were wearing rubber boots like me."
"Why?"
"So you could wade in the stream when we come to it. That"s how I threw them off the track," explained Jerry, laughing. "Why, I know this old island better than Uncle Pete himself knowed it."
"And yet you haven"t found the box you say your uncle hid?" asked Ruth, curiously.
"No. I never knowed anything about it until Blent came to drive us off and swore that Uncle Pete had never had nothin" but "squatter rights." But I"m not sure that I couldn"t find that place where Uncle Pete hid his treasure box--if I had time to hunt for it," added Jerry, gravely.
"That"s what Mr. Blent is afraid of," declared Ruth, with conviction.
"That"s why he is afraid of your being here on the island."
"You bet it is, Miss."
"And we boys and girls will do everything we can to help you, Jerry,"
Ruth a.s.sured him, warmly. "If you think you can find the place where your uncle hid his papers----"
"But suppose I find them and the papers show that this Mr. Tingley hasn"t a clear t.i.tle to the island?" demanded the backwoods boy, looking at the girl of the Red Mill sharply.
"Why should _that_ make a difference?" asked Ruth, coolly.
"Well--you know how some of these rich folks be," returned the boy, dropping his gaze. "When it comes to hittin" their pocketbooks----"
"That has nothing to do with it. Right is right."
"Uh-huh!" grunted Jerry. "But sometimes they don"t want to lose money any quicker than a poor man. If he"s paid for the island----"
"I don"t see how he can lose," declared Ruth, quickly. "If Blent has claimed a t.i.tle that cannot be proved, Blent will have to lose."
"I bet Mr. Tingley didn"t buy without having the t.i.tle searched," observed Jerry. "Blent"s covered his tracks. He"ll declare he was within his rights, probably having bought Uncle Pete"s share of the island through some dummy. You know, when deeds aren"t recorded, it"s mighty hard to establish them as valid. I know. I axed our town clerk. And he is one man that ain"t under Blent"s thumb."
"I don"t believe Mr. 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."
"But may I talk with him about you?"
"Why--if you care enough to, Miss Ruth."
"Of course I do," cried the girl. "Didn"t I tell you we all want to help you?" and she stamped her foot upon the warm rock. "We"ll bring you food, too. We"ll see that the constable doesn"t get you."
"Well, it"s mighty nice of you," admitted the suspicious young woodsman.
"Now, come on. I"ll take you through my hide-out to the creek. I told your friends you"d meet "em there, and we want to get there by the time they arrive."
"Oh, Jerry! that"s a long way off," cried Ruth.
"Not so very long by the way we"ll travel," he returned, with a laugh.
And this proved to be true. Jerry lighted a battered oil lantern and with his rifle in the other hand led the way.
A narrow pa.s.sage opened out of the back of this almost circular cave.
Part of the time they traveled through a veritable tunnel. At other times Ruth saw the clear sky far above them as they pa.s.sed along deep cuts in the hills.
The descent was continuous, but gradual. Such a path wild animals might have traveled in times past. Originally it was probably a water-course.
The action of the water had eaten out the softer rock until almost a direct pa.s.sage had been made from the bottom of the cliff where Ruth had fallen to the edge of the swift stream that ran through the middle of the island.
They came out behind a screen of thick brush through which Ruth could see the far bank of the brook, but through which n.o.body outside could see.
Jerry set down the lantern, and later leaned the rifle against the wall when he had made sure that n.o.body was in sight.
"I am going to carry you a ways, Miss Ruth," he said, "if you don"t mind.
You see, I must walk in the stream or they will find this entrance to my hide-out."
"But--can you carry me?"
"I bet you! If you only wore rubber boots I"d let you walk. Come on, please."
"Oh! I am not afraid," she told him, quietly, and allowed him to take her into his arms after he had stepped down into the shallow, swiftly lowing current.
"This water-trail confuses men and dogs completely," said Jerry, with a laugh. "That is--such men as Lem Daggett. If _I_ was hunting a fellow who took to the stream, with the water so shallow, I"d find which way he went in a jiffy."
"How would you?" demanded Ruth, feeling perfectly secure in the strong arms of the young fellow.
"That"s telling," chuckled Jerry. "Mebbe--some time--I"ll tell you. I hoped I"d get the chance of showing you and your friends around this island. But I guess I won"t."
"Perhaps you will. And if there is anything we can do to help you----"