"It is just as mean as it can be!" gasped Helen, plodding on.
"The boys wouldn"t leave much o" that constable if they caught him playin"
tag for such a man as Blent, at Bullhide," Ann Hicks declared, with warmth.
"This Blent," said Bobbins, seriously, "seems to have everybody about Logwood buffaloed. What do you suppose your father will say to the constable taking the men with him this morning to hunt Jerry down?"
This question he put to Ralph Tingley and the latter flushed angrily.
"You wait!" he exclaimed. "Father will be angry, I bet. I told mother not to let the men have anything to do with the hunt, but you know how women are. She was afraid. She said that if Blent and the constable were within their legal rights----"
"All bosh!" snapped Isadore Phelps.
"I do not think Mrs. Tingley would have let them go with Daggett if she"d had the least idea they would be able to find Jerry," observed Helen, sagely.
"And they won"t," put in Ruth, with a.s.surance. "I know he can hide away on this island like a fox in a burrow."
"But he"ll find it mighty cold sleeping out, this weather," remarked Bobbins.
"He sure will!" agreed Tom.
The party went ahead as rapidly as possible, but even the stronger of the boys found it hard to climb the steeper ascents through the deep snow.
"Crackey!" exclaimed Isadore. "I know I"m slipping back two steps to every one I get ahead."
"Nonsense, Izzy," returned Helen. "For if you did _that_, you had better turn around and travel the other way; then you"d back up the hill!"
They had to wait and rest every few yards. The rocks were so huge that they often had to go out of the way for some distance to get around them.
Although it could not be more than five miles, as the crow flies, from the lodge to the lone pine, in two hours they still had the hardest part of the journey before them.
"I had no idea we should be so long at it," Tom confessed.
"It"s lucky Heavy didn"t come with us," chuckled Helen.
"Why?"
"She would have been starved to death before this, and the idea of going the rest of the distance before turning back for home and luncheon would have destroyed her reason, I am sure."
"Then," said Ruth, amused by this extravagant language, "poor Heavy would have been first dead and then crazy! Consider an insane corpse!"
They came out at last upon the foot of the last ascent. The eminence seemed to be a smooth, cone-shaped hill. On it grew a number of trees, but the enormous old pine, lightning-riven and dead at the top, stood much taller than any of the other trees.
Here and there they caught glimpses of chasms and steep ravines that seemed to split the rocky island to the edge of the water. When the snow did not cover the ground there might be paths to follow, but at this time the young explorers had to use their judgment in climbing the heights as best they might.
The boys had to help the girls up the steeper places, with all their independence, and even Ann admitted that their male comrades were "rather handy to have about."
The old pine tree sprang out of a little hollow in the hill. Behind it was the peak of the island, and from this highest spot the party obtained an un.o.bstructed view of the whole western end of Tallahaska.
"It"s one big old lake," sighed Isadore Phelps. "If it would only just freeze over, boys, and give us a chance to try out the iceboats!"
"If it keeps on being as cold as it was this morning, and the wind dies down, there"ll be all the ice you want to see to-morrow," declared Ralph Tingley. "Goodness! let"s get down from this exposed place. I"m "most frozen."
"Shall we stop and make a fire here, girls, and warm up before we return?"
asked Tom Cameron.
"And draw that constable right to this place where you want to leave Jerry"s tin box?" cried his sister. "No, indeed!"
"We"d better keep moving, anyway," Ruth urged. "Less danger of frost-bite.
The wind _is_ keen."
Tom had already placed the box of food in a sheltered spot. "The meat will be frozen as solid as a rock, I s"pose," he grumbled. "I hope that poor fellow has some way of making a fire in his hide-out."
They began to retrace their steps. Instead of following exactly the same path they had used in climbing to the summit, Tom struck off at an angle, believing he saw an easier way.
His companions followed him in single file. Ruth happened to be the last of all to come down the smooth slope. The seven ahead of her managed to tramp quite a smooth track through the snow, and once or twice she slipped in stepping in their footprints.
"Look out back there, Ruthie!" called Tom, from the lead. "The snow must have got balled on your boots. Knock it off----"
His speech was halted by a startled cry from Ruth. She felt herself going and threw out both hands to say her sudden slide.
But there was nothing for her hands to seize save the unstable snow itself. She fell on her side, and shot out from the narrow track her companions had trod.
"Ruth!" shrieked Helen, in the wildest kind of dismay.
But the girl of the Red Mill was already out of reach. The drifting snow had curled out over the brink of the tall rock across the brow of which Tom had unwisely led the way. They had not realized they were so near the verge of the precipice.
Ruth"s body was solid, and when she fell in the snow the undercrust broke like an eggsh.e.l.l. Amid a cloud of snow-dust she shot over the yawning edge of the chasm and disappeared.
Several square yards of the snow-drift had broken away. At their very feet fell the unexpected precipice. The boys and girls shrank back from the peril with terrified cries, clinging to each other.
"She is killed!" moaned Helen, and covered her face with her mittened hands.
"Ruth! Ruth!" called Tom, charging back toward the broken snow-drift.
But Bobbins caught and held him. "Don"t make a fool of yourself, old man!"
commanded the big fellow. "You can"t help her by falling over the cliff yourself."
"Oh! how deep can that place be?" gasped Ralph Tingley.
"What will mother say?" cried his brother.
"Ruth! Ruth!" shouted Ann Hicks, and dropped on her knees to crawl to the edge.
"You"ll be down there yourself, Ann!" exclaimed Helen, sobbing.
"A couple of you useless boys grab me by the ankles," commanded the western girl. "Come! take a good hold. Now let me see----"
She hung half over the verge of the rock. The fall was sheer for fifty feet at least. It was a narrow cut in the hill, with apparently unscalable sides and open only toward the lake.
"I--I don"t see a thing," panted the girl.