Nevertheless, Ruth and Tom were very circ.u.mspect. They crept behind the toolshed and looked all about to make sure that n.o.body was watching. There was no light in the bunkhouse or in the cook"s cabin.
Although the toolshed was so carefully locked, Ruth knew that the window could be opened. Tom quickly slipped back the sash, and then dived into the dark interior of the place, head first.
The moment he was on his feet, however, he drew from his pocket the electric spotlight he had supplied himself with, and flashed the ray about the shed.
"Good! here"s either one you want--pickax or mattock," were the words he whispered to Ruth.
"Which do you suppose he would like best?"
"A mattock is more practical, I believe," said Tom. ""Maddox," they call it. We had a fellow working for us once who called it a "mad-ax." It has a broad blade and can be used to chop as well as dig."
"Never mind giving a lecture on it," laughed Ruth, very softly, "hand it out."
Tom chuckled and did as he was bid. In a minute he was with her and picked up the heavy implement.
"I hope they don"t come hunting for us," said the girl of the Red Mill, breathlessly.
"We must take that risk. Come on, Ruth. Or do you want me to take it down to the brookside alone?"
"I want to go along, too. Oh, dear! I do hope he will find it."
"I have another cracker box full of food for him," said Tom. "I reckon he will be on the lookout for the pick, so he"ll find the food, too."
After a good deal of climbing, they reached the flat rock by the brookside where Jerry Sheming had requested Ruth to leave the mattock. There was no sign of the fugitive about. Ruth did not tell Tom where the mouth of the secret tunnel lay--nor did Tom ask for information.
As they hurried back, mounting the ridge that separated the lodge and its outbuildings from the middle of the island, Ruth, looking back, suddenly grabbed Tom"s hand.
"See! see there!" she cried.
Tom looked in the direction to which she pointed. The stars gave light enough for them to see miles across the ice. Several black figures were hurrying toward the western end of the island from the direction of the mainland--the southern sh.o.r.e of the lake.
"Who do you suppose those men are?" asked Ruth, faintly.
Tom shook his head slowly. "I expect it"s Lem Daggett, the constable, and others to hunt for poor Jerry. I feel almost sure that the man in the lead is Daggett."
"Isn"t that mean?" exclaimed Ruth, her voice shaking.
"It is. But I don"t believe they will find Jerry very easily."
Just the same, Ruth was not to be comforted. She was very quiet all the rest of the evening. Her absence, and Tom"s, had not been noticed. The crowd went to bed before eleven, having spent a most delightful Christmas Eve.
Ruth sat at a window that overlooked a part of the island. Once she saw the men who had crossed from the mainland climbing the hill toward the lone pine.
"I hope they won"t find a trace of him!" she murmured as she popped into bed.
Ruth slept as soundly as any of her mates. A clanging bell at six o"clock aroused the whole household. The sun was not yet up, but there was a streak of gold across the eastern sky. It was Christmas morning.
Ruth ran again to the west window. A pillar of smoke rose straight from a hollow on the higher part of the island. The searching party was still there.
There was no time now to think of Jerry Sheming and his affairs. The girls raced to see who should dress first. Downstairs there were "loads" of presents waiting for them, so Belle declared.
"Come on!" cried Heavy, leading the way. "Ready all? March!"
The nine girls started through the hall and down the broad stairway in single file. Heavy began to cheer and the others chimed in:
""S.B.--Ah-h-h!
S.B.--Ah-h-h!
Sound our battle-cry Near and far!
S.B.--All!
Briarwood Hall!
Sweetbriars, do or die-- This be our battle-cry-- Briarwood Hall!
_That"s All_!""
So sounding the Sweetbriars" challenge, they met the grinning boys at the foot of the flight, before the huge, sparkling tree.
"Gee!" exclaimed Tom. "I"m mighty glad I suggested that name for your secret society, Ruth. "Sweetbriars"--it just fits you."
CHAPTER XVIII
FUN ON THE ICE
Of course, the girls had prepared one another"s presents long before. Each had been tied in a queer bundle so, in tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the tree, the nature of the contents could not be guessed.
The oddest shaped things hung from the branches of the Christmas tree, and the boys had excelled in making up these "surprise packages." Mrs. Tingley handed the presents out, while the boys lifted them down for her. A long, tightly rolled parcel, which looked as though it ought to contain an umbrella, and was marked "To Helen from Tom," finally proved to contain a jeweler"s box, in which nestled a pretty ring, which delighted his twin.
A large, flat package, big enough to hold a large kite, was carefully opened by Belle, who finally found in it, among the many tissue wrappings, a pretty set of hair combs set with stones. In a roughly-done-up parcel was a most disreputable old shoe addressed to Lluella. She was going to throw it out, but the boys advised her so strongly not to that she finally burrowed to the toe and found, to her amazement, a gold bracelet.
There was a good-sized box for Ann Hicks--just as it had come from the express office at Lumberton a week before. Having been addressed in Mrs.
Tellingham"s care, the western girl had known nothing about it.
Now it was opened last. It had come all the way from Silver Ranch, of course. Such a set of furs no girl at Briarwood possessed. There were a number of other presents from the cowboys, from Mrs. Sally, and from Bashful Ike himself. Ann was so pleased and touched that she ran away to hide her tears.
There were presents for each of the girls and boys who had been at Bullhide the previous summer. Bill Hicks had forgotten n.o.body, and, as Mrs. Tellingham had once said, the ranchman certainly was a generous man.
No member of the house party was overlooked on this bright Christmas morning. Mercy"s presents were as costly and numerous as those of any other girl. Besides, the lame girl had been able to give her mates beautiful little keepsakes that expressed her love for them quite as much as would have articles that cost more money.
Her presents to the boys were funny, including a jumping jack on a stick to Isadore, the face of which Mercy had whittled out and painted to look a good deal like the features of that active youth.
For two hours the young folk reveled in their presents. Then suddenly Heavy smelled the breakfast coffee and she led the charge to the long dining room. They were in the midst of the meal when Mr. Tingley himself arrived, having reached Logwood on the early train and driven across the ice in a sleigh.
The Tingley young people met him hilariously. He was a big, bewhiskered man, with a jolly laugh and amiable manner. His eye could flash, too, if need be, Ruth judged. And almost at once she had an opportunity of seeing him stern.
"What crowd is that over at the west end of the island?" he asked his wife. "I see they have a fire. There must be four or five men there. Is it some of Blent"s doings?"
"Oh, Dad!" cried Ralph Tingley, eagerly. "You ought to stop that. Those fellows are hunting Jerry Sheming."