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Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island; Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box

Chapter 4 ON THE WAY TO BRIARWOOD

Word Count: 1839    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

young fellow who had been injured at the scene of the railroad wreck

m, when they came over from Outlook the following morning. When the girl of the Red Mill

half-crazed uncle on some distant place called Cliff Island, and the domestic tra

n bed for several days (Uncle Jabez insisted on it himself, too!), for the i

Uncle Pete used to guide around parties of city men who wanted to fish and hunt. At the last I did mos

he was good enough to me until Rufus Blent came rum

us Blent?" asked

es at Logwood. That's the landi

t la

u've heard tell

as never ther

st have had some title to it, for he's lived there all his life-and he'

some money, and he didn't trust to banks.

ed his treasure box-and in it was papers he talked about. If h

sh; but some things he said was onderstandable. But he couldn't make the judge see

to s'arch it himself for the treasure box. He's a sneakin' ma

I come away. Don't 'spect I'll ever see Tallahaska-or Cliff Island-a

h Ruth, she was eager to help Jerry to be revenged

ied, eagerly. "He'll come on here and get aft

anch and everything else and come here just to do that. Don't be rash, young lady. Jerry

he's honest," ad

sides of it. And a missing treasure box, and papers to prove that an old hunt

enly developed caution," she

body at Logwood, and find out abo

being. The next day they were to start for scho

n of him was so favorable that the miller might employ him for a time as the harvesting and othe

nks," declared Jane Ann, wiping her eyes, for she was a tender-hearted girl under

sentimental," g

" she flared up instantly. "Yo

m Silver Ranch and the boys out there, becau

e knew that the western girl

ond year at Briarwood with some anxiety. How would they be treated? How would the studies be

t later they had taken in Mercy Curtis, a lame girl. Now that "triumvirate

ing school. She had seen enough of these eastern girls to know that they were entirely different from herself. She was "out of their class," s

le Jabez's special approval. He admitted that schooling such as she gained at Briarw

d-forenoon, and Ruth bade the miller and Aunt Alvirah and

d Aunt Alvirah over her, at the last. "Jest reme

the grim old man only upon his dusty cheek. Then she shoo

ll lose the trai

Aunt Alvirah in the cottage doorway as long as she could be seen on the Cheslow road. And she had a fancy that Uncle

anes up and down the platform at Cheslow Station. This

y hooting for the station. Five minutes more and you would have b

rtily. She knew that Mercy's "

ce to her. She doesn't look it, but

ortunate pup, or kitten, to mother,

her in the chair car, and soon had Jane Ann laughing. For Mercy Curt

appeared Madge Steele and her brother, Bob, a slow, smiling young giant, called "Bobbins" by

ty," adjured Madge, as her brother made a false step in getting aboard the t

ll see that he doesn't spoil hi

that if I had one," grunted "B

dds?" drawled goo

nd after crossing the lake they again took a train, disemb

rwood. There was dust-coated, grinning, bewhiskered

hums, and to eye the girls who had come thus far in their company. But R

h of the platform, chanting in unison the favorite "welcome t

ah, he dr

river t

to land at B

river t

ide r

river o

ide r

river t

coach with much laughter. Even Mercy had taken part in this fun

in the dust on one side and Bobbins on the ot

l wood road, and Ruth and her friends were reall

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