But, then, she and Jerry must have pa.s.sed it. She had not given her attention to the direction at that time, for she had been talking with the backwoods boy.

She took the lantern from Tom now, and walked a little way into first the left-hand pa.s.sage and then the right-hand one. It seemed to her as though there were places in the sand on the floor of this latter tunnel which had been disturbed by human feet.

"_This_ is the path, I guess," she said, laughing and so hiding her own anxiety. "But let"s take a good look at the place so we can find our way back to it if we have to return."

"Huh!" grumbled Ralph Tingley. "You"re not so awfully sure; are you?"

"That"s all right. Ruth was only through here once," Tom spoke up, loyally. "And we can"t get really lost."

In five minutes they came into a little circular room out of which no less than four pa.s.sages opened. Ruth was confident now that she was "turned around." She had to admit it to her companions.

"Well! what do you know about that?" cried Ralph. "I thought you said you could find the way?"

"I guess I can," said Ruth, cheerfully. "But we"ll have to try each one of these openings. I can"t be sure which is the right one."

Ralph sniffed, but Tom was unshaken in his confidence in his girl friend.

"Let me have the lantern, Tom, and you boys stay here," Ruth said, quickly. "I"ll try them myself."

"Say! don"t you get lost," cried Tom.

"And don"t you leave us long in the dark," complained Ralph. "I don"t believe we ought to let her take that lantern, Tom----"

"Aw, stop croaking!" commanded young Cameron. "You"re worse than any girl yourself, Tingley."

Ruth hated to hear them quarrel, but she would not give up and admit that she was beaten. She took the lantern and ventured into the first tunnel.

Her carriage was firmer than her mind, and before she had gone a dozen steps she was nervously sobbing, but smothered the sounds with her handkerchief.

CHAPTER XXIII

"A BLOW FOR LIBERTY"

Ruth was a healthy girl and particularly free from "nerves"; but she _was_ frightened. She was so proud that she determined not to admit to her companions that she was lost In the caves.

Indeed, she was not entirely sure that she _was_ lost. Perhaps this was the way she had come with Jerry. Only, she did not remember pa.s.sing the little room with the four tunnels opening out of it.

This first pa.s.sage into which she had ventured with so much apparent boldness proved to be the wrong one within a very few moments. She came to the end of it--against an unbroken wall.

There she remained until she had conquered her nervous sobbing and removed as well as she could the traces of tears from her face. When she returned to Tom and Ralph she held the lantern well down, so that the shadow was cast upon her face.

"How about it, Ruth?" demanded Tom, cheerfully, when she reappeared.

"That"s not the one. It is just a pocket," declared Ruth. "Wait till I try another."

"Well, don"t be all night about it," growled Tingley, ungraciously. "We"re wasting a lot of time here."

Ruth did not reply, but took the next tunnel. She followed this for even a shorter distance before finding it closed.

"Only two more. That"s all right!" exclaimed Tom. "Narrows the choice down, and we"ll be surer of hitting the right one--eh, Ruthie?"

She knew that he was talking thus to keep her courage up. Dear old Tom! he was always to be depended upon.

She gathered confidence herself, however, when she had gone some distance into the third pa.s.sage. There was a place where she had to climb upon a shelf to get along, because the floor was covered with big stones, and she remembered this place clearly.

So she turned and swung her Tight, calling to the boys. Her voice went echoing through the tunnel and soon brought a reply and the sound of scrambling feet.

"Hold up that lantern!" yelled Ralph, rather crossly. "How do you expect us to see?"

Young Tingley"s nerves were "on edge," and like a good many other people when they get that way, he was short-tempered.

"Now we"re all right, are we, Ruth?" cried Tom.

"I remember this place," the girl of the Red Mill replied. "I couldn"t be mistaken. Now you take the lantern, Tom, and lead on."

They pursued the tunnel to its very end. There it branched again and Ruth boldly took the right hand pa.s.sage. Whether it was right, or no, she proposed to attack it firmly.

After a time Tom exclaimed: "Hullo, Ruthie! do you really think this is right?"

"What do you mean?"

He held up the lantern in silence. Ruth and Ralph crowded forward to look over his shoulders.

There was a heap of rubbish and earth half-filling the tunnel. It had not fallen from the roof, although neither that nor the sides of the tunnel were of solid rock.

"You never came through this place, Ruth!" exclaimed Ralph, in that "I-told-you-so" tone that is so hard to bear.

"I--I didn"t see this place--no," admitted Ruth.

"Of course you didn"t!" declared Ralph, crossly. "Why! it"s right up against the end of the tunnel."

"It _does_ look as though we were blocked, Ruthie," said Tom, with less confidence.

"Then we"ll have to go back and try the other pa.s.sage," returned the girl, choking a little.

"See here!" cried Tom, suddenly. "Somebody"s been digging here. That"s where all this stuff comes from, underfoot."

"Where?" asked the others, crowding forward to look closer. Tom set down the lantern and picked up a broken spade. There was a cavity in the wall of this pocket-like pa.s.sage. With a flourish Tom dug the broken blade of the spade into the gritty earth.

"This is what Jerry wanted that mattock for, I bet!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, dear, me! do you believe so?" cried Ruth. "Then, right here, is where he thought he might find his uncle"s treasure box."

"Ho, ho!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Ralph. "That old hunter was just as crazy as he could be--father says so."

"Well, that wouldn"t keep him from having money; would it?--and might be a very good reason for his burying it."

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