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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson</p> +<p> Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow</p> +<p>Author: Laura Dent Crane</p> +<p>Release Date: September 16, 2011 [eBook #37454]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: UTF-8</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Roger Frank<br /> + and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i001' id='i001'></a> +<img src='images/illus-cvr.jpg' alt='' title=''/><br /> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i002' id='i002'></a> +<img src="images/illus-fpc.jpg" alt="Run! Run for Your Lives!" title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>Run! Run for Your Lives!</span> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:1.6em;font-weight:bold;'>The Automobile Girls</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:1.6em;font-weight:bold;'>Along the Hudson</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p>OR</p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-weight:bold;'>Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p>By</p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:1.2em;font-weight:bold;'>LAURA DENT CRANE</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>Author of The Automobile Girls at Newport, The Automobile</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>Girls in the Berkshires, Etc., Etc.</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p>Illustrated</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p>PHILADELPHIA</p> +<p>HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY</p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span class='sc'>Copyright</span>, 1910, BY <span class='sc'>Howard E. Altemus</span></p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:larger;'>CONTENTS</span></p> +</div> +<table class='c' summary='table of contents'> +<tr><td style='font-size:smaller'>CHAPTER</td><td></td><td style='font-size:smaller'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>I.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Unexpected Always Happens</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chI'>7</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>II.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Mr. Stuart Confides a Secret</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chII'>16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>III.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Rocking Chair Adventures</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chIII'>25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>IV.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Cry for Help</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chIV'>45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>V.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Motor Cyclist</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chV'>52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>VI.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Forest Scrimmage</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chVI'>58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>VII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Night with the Gypsies</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chVII'>76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>VIII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Haunted Pool</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chVIII'>83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>IX.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Ten Eyck Hall</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chIX'>94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>X.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>An Attic Mystery</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chX'>107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XI.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>José Has an Enemy</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXI'>117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Nosegays and Tennis</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXII'>129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XIII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Cross Questions and Crooked Answers</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXIII'>141</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XIV.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>In the Deep Woods</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXIV'>150</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XV.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Hermit</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXV'>158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XVI.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Surprise</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXVI'>168</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XVII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Zerlina</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXVII'>180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XVIII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Masquerade</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXVIII'>189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XIX.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Recognition</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXIX'>195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XX.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Fire Brigade</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXX'>203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XXI.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Fighting the Fire</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXXI'>210</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XXII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Explanations</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXXII'>220</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XXIII.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>An Old Romance</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXXIII'>227</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XXIV.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Good-bye To Ten Eyck Hall</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXXIV'>235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>XXV.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Conclusion</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#chXXV'>253</a></td></tr> +</table> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<h1>The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson</h1> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7'></a>7</span><a name='chI' id='chI'></a>CHAPTER I—THE UNEXPECTED ALWAYS HAPPENS</h2> +<p> +“I think I’d make a pretty good housemaid,” +said Barbara, on her knees, +energetically polishing the floor of the +cottage parlor. +</p> +<p> +“Only housemaids don’t wear gloves and all-over +aprons and mobcaps,” replied Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“And they don’t protect their skins from dust +with cold cream,” added Barbara, teasingly. +“Do they, Molliekins?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh well,” replied Mollie, “duty and beauty +rhyme, and every woman ought to try and keep +her looks, according to the beauty pages in all +the papers.” +</p> +<p> +“Poor old Molliekins!” exclaimed her sister. +“Crowsfeet and gray hair at fifteen!” +</p> +<p> +“Going on sixteen,” corrected Mollie, as she +gave a finishing rub to the mahogany center table, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8'></a>8</span> +a relic of more prosperous days, and flourished +an old, oily stocking that made an excellent +polisher. “But the papers do say that automobiling +is very harmful to the complexion and +the face should be protected by layers of cold +cream and powder, and a veil on top of that.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m willing to take the chance,” laughed +Barbara, “if ever I get another one.” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose Ruth is so busy getting ready for +her six weeks’ trip abroad that she won’t have +much time for her ‘bubble’ this August,” observed +Mollie. “But, dear knows, we can’t +complain. There never was a rich girl who +knew how to make other people happy as well as +she does. Sometimes I think she is really a fairy +princess, disguised as a human being, who is +just gratifying her desire to do nice things for +girls like us.” +</p> +<p> +“No, she is no fairy,” commented Barbara. +“That is why we love her so. She is just a +jolly, nice girl and as human as anybody. +When she asked us to go to Newport it was because +she really wanted us. She has often told +me, since, that she had been planning the trip +for months, but the girls she knew were not exactly +the kind who would have fallen into such +a scheme. Gladys Le Baron would never have +done, you see, at that time, because she always +wanted Harry Townsend hanging about.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span> +</p> +<p> +Harry Townsend, our readers will recall, appeared +in a former volume of this series, “The +Automobile Girls at Newport.” He was the +famous youth known to the police as “The +Boy Raffles,” whose mysterious thefts were +the puzzle of the society world. It was Barbara +Thurston, by her grit and intelligence, +who finally brought the criminal to justice, +though not before Newport had been completely +bewildered by a number of inexplicable jewelry +robberies. +</p> +<p> +Following the visit to Newport came another +delightful trip to the Berkshire Hills. The romantic +rescue of a little girl whose birth had +been concealed from her rich white relatives by +her Indian grandmother; Mollie Thurston lost in +an unexplored forest; the thrilling race between +an air ship and an automobile—these and other +exciting adventures were described in the second +volume of the series entitled “The Automobile +Girls in the Berkshires.” +</p> +<p> +“How hot it is!” continued Bab. “Suppose +we have some lemonade. These forest fire +mists are really fine ashes and they make me +quite thirsty.” +</p> +<p> +She polished away vigorously while Mollie +tripped off to make a cooling drink in the spotless +little kitchen. Except for the tinkle of ice +against glass the house was very still. Outside, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span> +not a breeze was stirring, and the meadows +were draped in a curious, smoky mist. The sun +hung like a red ball in the sky; the air was hot +and heavy. The flowers in the garden borders +drooped their heads in spite of persistent and +frequent waterings. Three months’ drought +had almost made a desert of Kingsbridge. The +neat little scrap of a lawn was turning brown +in patches, like prematurely gray hair, Barbara +said. Even the birds were silent, and Mollie’s +cherished family of bantams, a hen, a rooster +and one chick, crouched listlessly in the shadow +of the hedge. +</p> +<p> +Just then the stillness was broken by the distant +crunch-crunch of an automobile. But the +girls were too intent on what they were doing +to take any notice until it stopped at +their own front gate, and the sound of gay +laughter and voices floated up the walk. Mollie +and Barbara rushed together to the front +porch. +</p> +<p> +“It’s Ruth herself!” they cried in the same +breath, running down the steps without stopping +to remove their long gingham aprons and +dusting caps. “And there’s mother, too,” exclaimed +Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“And Mr. Stuart and Aunt Sallie, all complete!” +cried Barbara. +</p> +<p> +In a moment the three girls were engaged in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span> +a sort of triangular embrace while the others +looked smilingly on. +</p> +<p> +“Well, young ladies,” said Mr. Stuart, “are +those automobile coats you’re wearing, and bonnets, +too?” +</p> +<p> +“I think they would do pretty well for motoring,” +replied Barbara, “they are specially made +for keeping out the dust.” +</p> +<p> +“They are just as cute as they can be,” said +loyal Ruth, who was too tender-hearted to let +her friends be teased. +</p> +<p> +“But where on earth did you come from, +Ruth?” asked Mollie. “We were just talking +about you a moment ago. We thought, of +course, you were still in Denver, and lo and behold! +you appear in person in Kingsbridge.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, papa had a call East,” replied Ruth, +bubbling with suppressed joy, “and I had a call, +too. Papa’s was business and mine was—well, +just to call on you.” By that time they had +reached the cool, half-darkened little parlor +whose bare floor and mahogany furniture reflected +their faces in the recently polished +surfaces. +</p> +<p> +“Oho!” cried Mr. Stuart. “I see now where +Queen Mab and her fairies have been working +in their pinafores and caps.” +</p> +<p> +“Take them off now, girlies,” said Mrs. +Thurston, “and get a pitcher of ice water. I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12'></a>12</span> +know our friends must be thirsty after their +dusty ride.” +</p> +<p> +But Mollie, who had already disappeared, +came back in a few minutes bearing a large tray +of glasses and a tall glass pitcher against whose +sides cracked ice tinkled musically. +</p> +<p> +“That’s the most delightful sound I’ve heard +to-day,” exclaimed Mr. Stuart, and even Aunt +Sallie took a second glass without much urging. +</p> +<p> +“Where is our little Indian Princess from +the Berkshire Hills?” asked Mr. Stuart suddenly. +“One of my reasons for coming East +was to see Eunice. Ruth says she is the prettiest, +little brown bird that ever flew down from +a mountain to live in a gilded cage. What have +you done with her, Mrs. Thurston?” +</p> +<p> +“I have had to give her up, Mr. Stuart,” Mrs. +Thurston replied, sadly. “And I was beginning +to love Eunice like one of my own children. +You cannot guess how quickly she learned the +ways of our home. She soon forgot the old, +wild mountain life and her Indian grandmother’s +teaching. But just now and then, if +one of us was the least bit cross with her, she +would run away to the woods; and then only +Mollie, whom she always loved best, could bring +her home again.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, how I hated to have her leave us!” Mollie +declared. “But after the one winter with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span> +mother, Eunice’s rich uncle, Mr. Latham, came +here to see her. He was so charmed with her +beauty and shy lovely manners that he took her +back to his home in the Berkshires to spend the +summer with him. This fall Mr. Latham is going +to put Eunice in a girl’s boarding school in +Boston, so that she can be nearer his place at +Lenox. He wants to be able to see her oftener. +The dream of little Eunice’s life is to some day +ask ‘The Automobile Girls’ to visit her.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, girls,” said Ruth, as they moved toward +the front porch, leaving their three elders +to chat in the parlor, “I suppose you know I’ve +got something in my mind again.” +</p> +<p> +“No, honor bright, we don’t,” declared Barbara. +“Isn’t Europe about as much as you can +support at one time?” +</p> +<p> +“But Europe doesn’t happen until next +month, children, and after finishing his business +in the East, papa is going to be kept very busy +for at least a month in the West. In the meantime +Aunt Sallie and I have no place to go but +out, and nothing to do but play around until it’s +time to sail. And so, honored friends, I’m +again thrown upon your company for as long a +time as you can endure my presence. And this +is the plan that’s been working in my head all +the way on the train: What do you say to a +lovely motor trip up along the Hudson to Sleepy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span> +Hollow? Don’t you think it would be fine? +Grace can go, and we’ll have our same old happy +crowd. It’s really only one day’s trip to Tarrytown, +where we will stop for as long as we like, +and from there we can motor about the country +and see some of the fine estates. It is a +historic place, you know, girls, full of romance +and old stories and legends. We can even motor +up into the hills if we like.” +</p> +<p> +“It would be too perfect!” cried the other two +girls. +</p> +<p> +“I’m just in the mood for adventures, anyway,” +declared Barbara. “I’ve been feeling it +coming over me for a week.” +</p> +<p> +“When are we going?” asked Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“Well, why not to-morrow,” replied Ruth, +“while the spirit moves us?” +</p> +<p> +“O joy, O bliss, O rapture unconfined!” +sang Mollie, dancing up and down the porch in +her delight. +</p> +<p> +“You see, there is no special getting ready to +do,” went on Ruth. “The chauffeur will go +over ‘Mr. A. Bubble,’ this afternoon, and put +him in good shape. He’s been acting excellently +well for such a hardworking old party. I mean +‘A. Bubble,’ of course.” +</p> +<p> +“Does mother know yet, Ruth?” asked Barbara, +with a sudden misgiving. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, she knows all about it. Papa and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> +I laid the whole plan before her when we picked +her up in the village. She was agreeable to +everything, but of course she would be. She is +such a dear! Aunt Sallie was the only one who +was a bit backward about coming forward. +She seemed to think that the forest fires would +devour us if we dared venture outside of New +York. But, of course, they are only in the +mountains and there is no danger from them. +It took me an age to gain her consent. If she +has any more time to think about it she may +back out at the eleventh hour.” +</p> +<p> +“Is it all settled, girls?” called Mr. Stuart’s +voice through the open window. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes,” chorused three gay voices at once. +</p> +<p> +“Well, I think we’d better be going up to the +hotel, then,” cried Miss Sallie. “If I’m to be +suffocated by smoke and cinders I think I shall +need all the rest I can get beforehand.” +</p> +<p> +“But, dearest Aunt Sallie,” said Ruth, patting +her aunt’s peach-blossom cheek, “the fires +are nowhere near Sleepy Hollow. They are +miles off in the mountains. And truly, in your +heart, I believe you like these little auto jaunts +better than any of us.” +</p> +<p> +“Not at all,” replied the inflexible Miss Stuart. +“I am much too old and rheumatic for +such nonsense.” +</p> +<p> +Whereupon she jumped nimbly into the car. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> +</p> +<p> +The others all laughed. They understood +Miss Sallie pretty well by this time. “She has +a stern exterior, but a very melting interior,” +Barbara used to say of her. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t fail to be ready by ten, girls,” called +Ruth as she followed her aunt, while Mr. Stuart +was offering his adieux to Mrs. Thurston. +</p> +<p> +“But, Bab,” whispered Mollie, as the automobile +disappeared around a curve in the road, +“what about the forest fires?” +</p> +<p> +“Sh-h!” said Barbara, with, a finger on her +lip. +</p> +<p> +And they followed their mother into the house. +</p> +<h2><a name='chII' id='chII'></a>CHAPTER II—MR. STUART CONFIDES A SECRET</h2> +<p> +The next day was like the day before, very +hot and still, the air thick with a smoke-like +mist even in that seashore place. It +hung over the sea like a heavy fog, and the foghorn +could be heard in the distance moaning +like a distracted animal calling for its young. +</p> +<p> +Barbara had refreshed herself by an early +morning dip in the ocean, but she felt the oppressive +atmosphere in spite of the tingling the +cool salt water had given to her skin. +</p> +<p> +They were seated around the little breakfast +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span> +table, always so daintily set, for Mrs. Thurston +had never lost that quality which had characterized +her in her youth and which still clung +to her in the days of her hardships and troubles. +</p> +<p> +“And now, girlies,” she said, “you must +promise me one thing. Don’t lose your heads +at the wrong time. Not that you ever have before, +and I am sure I have no premonitions, +now; but remember, my daughters, if anything +exciting should happen, to make a little prayer +to yourselves; then think hard and the answer +is apt to come before you know it.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you remember how Gladys Le Baron +shrieked the time the curtains in her room +caught fire?” asked Mollie. “She didn’t do +anything but just wring her hands and scream, +and it was really Barbara who put the fire out. +Bab pulled down the curtains and threw a +blanket over them. And then Gladys had hysterics. +But Barbara always keeps her head,” +added Mollie, proudly. +</p> +<p> +“Your head is all right, too, Molliekins,” exclaimed +Barbara. “The night the man tried to +break in the house, don’t you remember, mummie, +how brave she was? She followed us up +with a poker as bold as a lion.” +</p> +<p> +“So you did, my pet, and I’m not the least +afraid that either one of you ever will be +lacking in courage. But, when I was very small, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> +my mother once taught me a little prayer which +she made me promise to say to myself whenever +I felt the temptation to give way to fear or +anger. And many and many a time it has +helped me. It was only a few words: ‘Heaven, +make me calm in the face of danger,’ but I have +never known it to fail.” +</p> +<p> +“Dearest little mother,” cried Barbara, kissing +her mother’s soft cheek, “you’re the best +and sweetest little mummie in the world and +I’m sure I can’t remember ever having seen you +angry or hysterical or any of those terrible +things. But if ever I do get in a tight place I +hope I shall not forget the little prayer.” +</p> +<p> +“‘Heaven, make me calm in the face of danger,’” +repeated Mollie, softly. +</p> +<p> +“But, dear me, how gruesome we are!” exclaimed +Mrs. Thurston. “It is time you were +packing your bags, at any rate, children. Be +sure and put in your sweaters. You may need +them in spite of this hot wave. And, Mollie, +don’t forget the cold cream for your little sunburned +nose.” +</p> +<p> +The two girls ran upstairs to their room. In +a few moments they were deep in preparations. +By the time the whir of an automobile was heard +in the distance they had got into their fresh +linen suits and broad-brimmed straw hats, and +were waiting on the porch with suit cases and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span> +small satchels. Mrs. Thurston looked them +over with secret pride. +</p> +<p> +“Do you see anything lacking, mother?” +asked Barbara. +</p> +<p> +“No, Bab, my dear. I haven’t a word to say. +You made a very choice selection in that pink +linen, and Mollie was just as happy in her blue +one. I never saw neater looking dresses. I +hope they won’t wrinkle much. But you can +have them pressed at the hotel, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +“And don’t forget our automobile coats,” exclaimed +Mollie proudly, as she shook out her +long pongee duster, last year’s Christmas gift +from Ruth. “This is the first time we’ve had +a chance to wear them. I feel so grand in +mine!” she continued, as she slipped it on. +“With all this veil and hat I can almost imagine +I am a millionaire.” And she swept up the +porch and back with a society air that was perfect. +“Good morning,” she said to her mother +in a high, affected voice. “Won’t you take a +little spin with me in my car? Life is such a +bore now at these barbarous seaside places! +There is really nothing but bridge and motoring, +and one can’t play bridge all the time. Oh, +and by the way,” she continued, pretending to +look at Bab haughtily, through a lorgnette, +“won’t you bring your little girl along? She +can sit with the chauffeur.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span> +</p> +<p> +They were still laughing when the automobile +came spinning up with Ruth, Grace Carter, Miss +Sallie Stuart and her brother. +</p> +<p> +“On time, as usual, girls,” cried Ruth gayly. +“And I am late as usual. But who cares? It’s +a lovely day and we’re going to have a perfect +time. I am so glad we’re going that I would +like to execute a few steps on your front porch +for joy.” +</p> +<p> +“Go ahead,” said Barbara. “We’ve just +been having one exhibition from Miss Clare +Vere de Vere Thurston, who is bursting with +pride over her automobile coat, and we would +be pleased to see another.” +</p> +<p> +“By the way, I should like to have a few +words in private with the young party in the +pink dress,” called Mr. Stuart, who was engaged +in taking a last look at the inner workings +of the automobile. +</p> +<p> +“Meaning me?” asked Bab. “Come in, +won’t you, Mr. Stuart?” +</p> +<p> +“Now, what could they be having secrets +about?” exclaimed Ruth, and even Miss Sallie +looked somewhat mystified. +</p> +<p> +“I am dying to know what you two are confabbing +about,” cried Ruth, as Mr. Stuart and +Barbara returned. “Have you given Bab permission +to tell us?” +</p> +<p> +“Miss Barbara Thurston is a young woman +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span> +of such excellent judgment,” replied Mr. Stuart, +“that I shall leave the secret entirely in her +hands, and rely upon her to keep it or tell it as +she thinks best.” +</p> +<p> +“Well!” exclaimed Miss Sallie, “here’s a nice +mystery to commence the day on! But come +along, girls; we had better be starting.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Stuart, with Bab’s assistance, gathered +up the bags and suit cases piled on the porch, +packing the cases on the back with the others +where they were secured with straps, and putting +the small hand satchels on the floor of the +car. Barbara seized her own satchel rather +hastily and placed it beside her on the seat. +</p> +<p> +“Why, Bab, one would think you were a +smuggler,” cried Ruth. “Don’t you want to +put your satchel on the floor with the others?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, never mind,” replied Barbara carelessly. +“It’s all right here,” and she exchanged +a meaning look with Mr. Stuart. +</p> +<p> +“Dear me!” exclaimed Ruth. “You and +papa grow ‘curiouser and curiouser.’” +</p> +<p> +Then the good-byes were said, and the big +automobile went skimming down the road in a +whirl of dust, leaving Mrs. Thurston and Mr. +Stuart at the gate waving their handkerchiefs, +until it turned the curve and was lost to +sight. +</p> +<p> +The travelers lunched at Allaire, as usual, in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> +the little open-air French restaurant, and strolled +about under the enormous elms of the deserted +village while the meal was being prepared. But +they did not linger after lunch. Ruth was hoping +to make Tarrytown in time for dinner that +evening, instead of stopping for the night in +New York, which, she said, appeared to be suffering +from the heat like a human being. “The +poor, tired city is all fagged out and fairly panting +from the humidity. If all goes well, I think +we should get to New York by four o’clock, have +tea at the Waldorf and start for Tarrytown at +five. We ought to reach there by seven at the +latest. It will be a long ride, but it’s lots cooler +riding than it is sitting still. Once we get to +Tarrytown we can linger as long as we please.” +</p> +<p> +They whizzed along the now familiar road, +through the endless chain of summer resorts +that line the Jersey coast, up the Rumson Road +between the homes of millionaires, and finally +struck the road to New York. +</p> +<p> +“It’ll be easy sailing now,” observed Ruth, +“if we only catch the ferries.” +</p> +<p> +By a stroke of good luck they were able to do +so, and actually drew up in front of the Waldorf +at a few minutes before four o’clock. +</p> +<p> +“Well, Ruth, I must say you are a pretty +good calculator,” exclaimed Miss Sallie, +“harum-scarum that you are.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span> +</p> +<p> +There was a brief interval for face-washing +and the smoothing of flattened pompadours; +another longer one for consuming lettuce sandwiches +and tea, followed by ices and cakes, and +the party was off again, as swiftly as if it had +been carrying secret government dispatches. +</p> +<p> +Up Riverside Drive they sped, past the Palisades +which loomed purple and amethyst in the +misty light. Then eastward to Broadway, +which was once the old Albany Post Road; +along the borders of Van Courtlandt Park, +where, even on that hot day, the golfers were +out; through Yonkers, too citified to be interesting +to the girls just then; and, finally, along the +river through the loveliest country Barbara and +Mollie had ever seen. Still the crags of the +Palisades towered on one side, while on the other +were beautiful estates stretching back into the +hills, and little villages nestling down on the +river front. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie and Grace were both sound asleep +on the back seat. Mollie had let down one of the +small middle seats, and sat resting her chin on +the back of the seat in front of her, occasionally +pressing her sister’s shoulder for sympathy. +</p> +<p> +Ruth was in a brown study. She was very +tired. It was no joke playing chauffeur for +more than a hundred miles in one day. +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” whispered Mollie, awed by the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span> +lovely vistas of river and valley, “do you think +the Vale of Cashmere could be more exquisite +than this? Or the Rhine, or Lake Como, or any +other wonderful place we have never seen?” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it marvelous, little sister? It’s like an +enchanted country, and it is full of legends and +history, too. During the Revolution the two +armies were encamped all through here.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes,” interrupted Ruth. “If I were +not too tired, I might tell you a lot of things +about this historical spot, but we must take +another spin down here later and see it all again. +This village we are now entering is Irvington, +the home of Washington Irving. His house is +no longer open to the public, however. Tarrytown +is only a little distance down the river. +We shall soon be there.” +</p> +<p> +It was not long before a tired, sleepy party +of automobilists drew up in front of an old hotel +shaded with immense elms. +</p> +<p> +“Wake up, Aunt Sallie, dear,” cried Ruth, +giving her sleeping relative a gentle shake. +“Bestir yourselves, sweet ladies, for food and +rest are at hand and the hostelry is open to us.” +</p> +<p> +Supper was, indeed, ready, and rooms, too. +For Mr. Stuart had notified the hotel proprietor +to expect an automobile containing five women +to descend upon him about sundown. +</p> +<p> +The five travelers mounted the steps to the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span> +supper room, and refreshed themselves with +beefsteak and hot biscuits; then mounted more +steps to their bedrooms, where they soon fell +into five untroubled slumbers. +</p> +<h2><a name='chIII' id='chIII'></a>CHAPTER III—ROCKING CHAIR ADVENTURES</h2> +<p> +“Well, girls,” exclaimed Ruth, next +morning at the breakfast table, +“here we are ready for adventures. +But they will have to be early morning or late +evening ones. It’s already too hot to breathe.” +</p> +<p> +“For my part,” observed Miss Sallie, “the +only adventure I am seeking is to sit on the +shady side of the piazza, in a wicker chair, and +read the morning paper.” +</p> +<p> +“But, Miss Sallie, even that might turn into +something,” said romantic Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, indeed,” pursued Ruth, “you know the +way mamma met papa was by staying at home +instead of going to a ball.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Ruth!” cried Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“But it’s quite true, dear Aunt Sallie. +Mamma was visiting at a house party in the +South, somewhere, and she had a headache and +stayed home from a ball, and was sitting in the +library. Papa came a-calling on one of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span> +others, and was ushered into the library, by +mistake, and introduced himself to mamma—and +she forgot her headache and he forgot he +was due to catch a train to New York at nine +o’clock. It was simply a case of love at first +sight.” +</p> +<p> +“My dear, I am not looking for any such romantic +adventures,” said Miss Sallie, bridling. +“Your father was an intimate friend of the +family at whose house your mother was stopping. +It was perfectly natural they should +have met, if not that evening, at least another +one. I always said your mother showed extreme +good sense in staying away from a party +and nursing her headache. Not many others +would have done the same.” Miss Stuart gave +her niece a meaning look, while the four girls +suppressed their smiles and exchanged telegraphic +glances of amusement. +</p> +<p> +Not long before Ruth had “doctored” herself +up with headache medicine, and had gone +to a dance against her aunt’s advice. As a result +she had been obliged to leave before the +evening was over, more on account of the medicine +than the headache, Miss Sallie had believed. +</p> +<p> +“Dearest little auntie, you have a touch of +sun this morning, haven’t you?” asked Ruth, +leaning over and patting her aunt’s soft cheek; +while Miss Stuart, who was indeed feeling the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span> +general oppressiveness of the weather, melted +at once into a good humor and smiled at her +niece tenderly. +</p> +<p> +Two persons were rather curiously watching +this little scene from behind the shelter of the +morning papers. One of them, a very handsome +elderly man, seated at a table by the window, +had started perceptibly when the party entered +the room; and from that moment, he had +hardly eaten a bite of breakfast. He was occupied +in examining not the fair young girls but +Miss Sallie herself, who was entirely unconscious +of being the object of such scouting. +</p> +<p> +The other individual was quite different in +appearance. He was dressed in black leather +from head to foot, and a motor cap and glasses +lay beside him on the table. His evident interest +in the conversation of the girls was impersonal, +perhaps the curiosity of a foreigner in a +strange country. There was some admiration +in his eyes as they rested on pretty Mollie’s +golden curls and fresh smiling face; but his +manner was perfectly respectful and he was +careful to conceal his glances by the newspaper. +</p> +<p> +“That man is rather good-looking in a foreign +sort of way,” whispered Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“Too much blacky face and shiny eye, to suit +my taste,” replied Bab. “He looks like a pirate, +or a smuggler, in that black leather suit.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span> +</p> +<p> +“Dear me, you are severe, Bab,” observed +Ruth. “If he were not so young, I should take +him for an opera singer on a vacation. He +would do nicely dressed as a cavalier.” +</p> +<p> +“Be careful, my dears; you are talking much +too loudly,” admonished Miss Sallie, for the +young foreigner had evidently overheard the +conversation, and had turned his face away to +conceal an expression of amusement. +</p> +<p> +“I vote we adjourn to the porch,” said Ruth, +“until we decide where we are going this morning. +Come on, auntie, dear. There may be a +rocking chair adventure waiting for you on that +shady piazza. I saw a white haired gentleman +giving you many glances of admiration, this +morning, around the corner of his newspaper. +Did you notice it, girls?” +</p> +<p> +“I did,” replied Grace, somewhat hesitatingly, +for she was just a little fearful about entering +into these teasing humors with Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be silly, Ruth,” said Miss Sallie. +But she glanced quickly over her shoulder, +nevertheless, as she led the little procession from +the dining room, her lavender muslin draperies +floating in the breeze. She stopped in the office +and bought a newspaper, then proceeded to the +shady piazza, where she seated herself in a rocking +chair and unfolded the paper. +</p> +<p> +The girls leaned over the railing and looked +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span> +down into the street, while Ruth expounded her +views on their morning’s ride. +</p> +<p> +“Suppose we have a lunch fixed up,” she was +saying, “and spend the morning at Sleepy +Hollow? It’s lovelier than anything you ever +imagined, just what Washington Irving says of +it, a place to dream in and see visions.” +</p> +<p> +A charming tenor voice floated out from an +upper window, singing a song in some foreign +language. +</p> +<p> +The girls looked at each other and laughed. +</p> +<p> +“He did hear us, and he is an opera singer,” +whispered Grace. +</p> +<p> +“I knew it,” came Miss Sallie’s voice from +the depths of the paper. +</p> +<p> +“Knew what?” demanded the four girls +somewhat guiltily, as the singing continued. +</p> +<p> +“Knew that we would all be cremated if we +came into these dreadful wild regions,” replied +Miss Sallie, as she gazed tragically down the +shaded street lined with beautiful old homes. +</p> +<p> +“But, Miss Sallie,” interposed Barbara in +soothing tones, “the fires are up in the Catskills +and the Adirondacks, aren’t they? It is +only when the wind blows in this direction that +we get the smoke from them. Even New York +gets it, then; and certainly there is no danger +of New York burning up from the forest fires.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well, my dears, if we do run into one +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span> +of those shocking conflagrations, you may just +recall my words to you this morning.” +</p> +<p> +The girls all laughed, and there is nothing +prettier than the sound of the light-hearted +laughter of young girls; at least so thought the +tall, military-looking man they had seen at +breakfast. He had strolled out on the piazza, +and was walking straight toward Miss Sallie +with an air of determination that was unmistakable +even to the stately lady in lavender. +</p> +<p> +A few feet from her chair he paused as if a +sudden thought had arrested him, and the two +looked straight into each other’s faces for the +space of half a minute. The girls were fairly +dumb with amazement as they watched the little +drama. Miss Sallie’s face had flushed and +paled before it resumed its natural peachy tone. +They could not see the face of the stranger +whose back was turned to them. +</p> +<p> +“Is it possible,” asked Miss Sallie after a moment, +in a strange voice, “that this is John Ten +Eyck?” +</p> +<p> +She had risen from her chair, in her excitement, +and the newspapers had fallen on the floor +with her lavender silk reticule, her fan and +smelling salts, her lace-edged handkerchief and +spectacle case, all in a confused mass. +</p> +<p> +“You have not forgotten me, Sallie?” the +man demanded, almost dramatically. “I am +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span> +John Ten Eyck, grown old and gray. I never +dreamed that any of my old friends would recognize +me after all these years. But are these +your girls, Sallie?” he asked, turning with a +courtly air to the four young women. +</p> +<p> +“No, indeed, John,” replied Miss Sallie, +rather stiffly, “I have never married. This is +my niece, Ruth Stuart, my only brother’s +child.” And she proceeded to introduce the +others in turn. “Ruth, my child, this is Major +John Ten Eyck, an old friend of mine, whom +I have not seen for many years. I suppose you +have lived in foreign lands for so long you have +completely lost sight of your American friends.” +</p> +<p> +“It has been a great many years,” answered +Major Ten Eyck, after he had taken each girl +by the hand and had looked into her face with +such gentleness and charm of manner as to win +them all completely. “It’s been thirty years, +has it not, Sallie?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t ask me such a question, John Ten +Eyck! I’m sure I have no desire to be reminded +of how old we are growing. Do you +know, you are actually getting fat and bald; +and here I am with hair as white as snow.” +</p> +<p> +“But your face is as young as ever, Sallie,” +declared the gallant major. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it, Major Ten Eyck?” exclaimed Ruth, +who had found her voice at last. “She is just +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> +as pretty as she was thirty years ago, I am +certain. Papa says she is, at any rate.” +</p> +<p> +“So she is, my dear,” agreed the old man as +he gazed with undisguised admiration into Miss +Sallie’s smiling face. +</p> +<p> +“Do sit down,” said Miss Sallie, slightly confused, +“and tell us where you have been, and +what you have been doing these last three decades.” +</p> +<p> +“It would take too long, I fear,” replied the +major, looking at his watch. “I am looking for +my two nephews this morning.” +</p> +<p> +“You mean Martin’s sons, I suppose?” asked +Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, they are coming down to stay with me +at my old place, back yonder in the hills. They +are bringing one or two friends with them, and +we shall motor over this afternoon if the +weather permits. But tell me, what are you +doing here? Spending the summer? Don’t +you find it a little dull, young ladies?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, we are just on a motor trip, too,” replied +Ruth. “We are birds of passage, and stop +only as long as it pleases us.” +</p> +<p> +“And have you no men along, to look after +you and protect you from highwaymen, or mend +the tires when they are punctured?” +</p> +<p> +“My dear Major,” replied Miss Sallie, “you +have been away from America for so long that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span> +you are old-fashioned. Do you think these athletic +young women need a man to protect them? +I assure you that the world has been changing +while you have been burying yourself in Russia +and Japan. Ruth, here, is as good a +chauffeur as could be found, and Barbara +Thurston can protect herself and us into the +bargain. She rides horseback like a man.” +Barbara blushed at the memory of the stolen +horseback ride on the way to Newport. “Grace +and Mollie are a little bit more old-fashioned, +perhaps, and I am as helpless as ever. But two +are quite enough. They have got us out of +every scrape so far, the two of them.” +</p> +<p> +The girls all laughed. +</p> +<p> +Only Barbara, who was leaning on the railing +facing the window, saw a figure move behind +the curtain, which had stood so still she had not +noticed it before. +</p> +<p> +“Since you are off on a sort of wild goose +chase for amusement,” began the major (here +the figure that was slipping away paused again), +“couldn’t you confer a great honor and pleasure +on an old man by making him a visit?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh!” cried the girls, breathless with delight, +remembering the automobile full of youths that +would shortly appear. +</p> +<p> +“Now, Miss Sallie, you see they all want to +come,” continued the major. “Don’t, I beg of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> +you, destroy their pleasure and my happiness +by declining this request of my old age.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, do say yes, Aunt Sallie!” cried Ruth. +</p> +<p> +And still Miss Sallie hesitated. She had a +curious smile on her face as she looked out over +the hills and meadows beyond. +</p> +<p> +“It’s an interesting old place, Sallie,” continued +the major. “It was built by my Dutch +ancestors, a charming old house that has +been added to from time to time. I would +like to see it full of young faces once more. +What do you say, Sallie? Won’t you make us +all happy? The boys and me, and the girls, too? +For I can see by their faces they are eager to +come.” +</p> +<p> +“How far is it from here, John,” asked Miss +Sallie, doubtfully. “Is it anywhere near those +dreadful forest fires?” +</p> +<p> +“It is fifteen miles back in the country, and +I have heard no rumor of any fires in that vicinity +lately. The boys and I are leaving this +afternoon. We will see that everything is ship-shape, +and you and the girls could follow to-morrow. +I have an excellent housekeeper. She +and her husband were a young couple when I +went away, and they have lived at the place ever +since. I am certain she can make you comfortable. +I will give Miss Ruth explicit directions +about the route. It is a fairly good road for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span> +motoring. We have a fine place for dancing +there, young ladies. There’s a famous floor in +what, in my grandmother’s time, we used to call +the red drawing-room. There are dozens of +places for picnics, pretty valleys and creeks that +I explored and knew intimately in my youth. I +have some good horses in my stables, Miss Barbara, +if you have a fancy for riding,” he continued, +turning to Barbara with such grace of +manner that she blushed for pleasure. +</p> +<p> +Looking from one eager face to another, and +finally into the major’s kindly gray eyes, Miss +Sallie melted into acquiescence and the party +was made up forthwith. +</p> +<p> +The major then pointed out to Ruth and Barbara +the street they were to take, which would +lead to the road to his old home. He drew a +map on a piece of paper, so that they could make +no mistake. +</p> +<p> +“When you come to the crossroads,” he +added, as a parting caution, “take the one with +the bridge, which you can see beyond. The +other road is roundabout and full of ruts besides.” +</p> +<p> +Just then the horn of an automobile was +heard, as a large touring car containing four +young men and a deal of baggage, drew up in +front of the hotel. At the same time, Barbara, +who was still facing the window, saw the figure +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> +on the other side of the curtain steal quietly +away. +</p> +<p> +Major Ten Eyck went forward to meet the +newcomers, and he and his two nephews had a +little earnest conversation together for a few +moments. The young men looked up, saw Miss +Sallie and the girls, and all four caps came off +simultaneously. +</p> +<p> +“Please don’t go yet,” called the major, as +Miss Stuart rose to leave. “I want to introduce +the boys first.” +</p> +<p> +Stephen and Martin Ten Eyck were handsome, +sturdy youths, with clear cut features. +The two visitors were far different in type; one, +Alfred Marsdale, a young English friend, who +was spending the summer with the Ten Eycks, +and the other, Jimmie Butler, who seemed to +have come from nowhere in particular but to +have been everywhere. +</p> +<p> +“And now come along, boys,” urged the +major, after he had given the young people a +chance to talk a few minutes. “These ladies +want their ride, I know, and we must be off for +the hall before it gets too hot for endurance.” +</p> +<p> +With a last caution to Ruth about the proper +road to Ten Eyck Hall, and a reminder to Miss +Stuart not to break her promise, the major +ushered his boys into the hotel office, while “The +Automobile Girls” went up to their rooms. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span> +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t this perfectly jolly, girls?” called +Ruth from the mirror as she pinned on her hat. +</p> +<p> +“De-lighted!” exclaimed Barbara and Mollie, +joining the others. +</p> +<p> +“And listen, girlies, dear! Did you scent a +romance?” whispered Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“It certainly looked very much like one,” replied +Barbara. +</p> +<p> +“They were engaged once,” continued Ruth, +“but they had some sort of lovers’ quarrel. +The poor major tried to make it up, but Aunt +Sallie wouldn’t forgive him, and he went away +and never came back, except for flying trips on +business. Until to-day she has never seen or +heard from him.” +</p> +<p> +“But she must have cared some, because she +didn’t marry anyone else,” observed Mollie reflectively. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder what he did,” pondered Grace. +</p> +<p> +“Flirted with another girl,” answered Ruth. +“Papa has often told me about it. Aunt Sallie +had another lover, at the same time, who was +very rich. She kept the two of them dangling +on, and it was because she went driving with the +other lover that Major Ten Eyck paid devoted +attention to some other girl, one night at a ball. +So they quarreled and separated.” +</p> +<p> +“Poor old major!” sighed tender-hearted +Mollie. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span> +</p> +<p> +“But she <em>did</em> have her rocking chair adventure +after all,” laughed Barbara, as they started +downstairs in obedience to Miss Sallie’s tap a +few moments before. +</p> +<p> +The lovely vistas of valley and river, with intersecting +hills, were softened into dream pictures +by a transparent curtain of mist, which +hid the parched look of the foliage from the +long drought. +</p> +<p> +The five automobilists sped along over +smooth roads between splendid estates. Most +of the great houses were screened by stretches +of thickly wooded parks, and each park was +guarded by a lodge, after the English fashion. +But there were plenty of charming old houses +in full view of the passerby—rambling, comfortable +homes set down on smooth lawns. +</p> +<p> +“How beautiful all this is!” sighed Mollie, as +she leaned back in her seat and gazed down the +long avenue of trees. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” called Ruth over her shoulder. “I +took the longest way to the church, because this +road is so pretty.” +</p> +<p> +“Here’s the lane to Sleepy Hollow,” cried +the ever-watchful Barbara, and the automobile +turned into a country road that appeared to +lead off into low-lying hills beyond. +</p> +<p> +“What is that cloud of dust behind us,” demanded +Miss Sallie, looking back. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span> +</p> +<p> +“It’s a man on a motor cycle,” replied +Grace. “He is turning in here, too, but he is +slowing up. I suppose he doesn’t want to give +us a dusting. Rather nice of him, isn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“Fancy a motor cycle and a headless horseman +riding in the same lane,” observed Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Well, if it came to a race,” replied Barbara, +“I think I would take the motor cycle. They +do go like the wind.” +</p> +<p> +“And the noise of them is so terrifying,” +went on Ruth, “that the poor headless horseman +would probably have been scared back to +death again.” +</p> +<p> +Presently the girls came to a steep declivity in +the land that seemed to dip and rise with equal +suddenness. +</p> +<p> +“Is this the Hollow?” asked Mollie a little +awed. +</p> +<p> +“This land is full of hollows, my dear,” answered +Miss Sallie, who did not like uneven +traveling. “We have been through several already, +and, with that hobgoblin on an infernal +machine coming after us, and all these dense +forests packing us in on every side, and nothing +but a lonesome churchyard in front of us, it +seems to me we should have brought along some +better protectors than two slips of girls.” +</p> +<p> +Here Miss Sallie paused in order to regain +breath. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span> +</p> +<p> +“I declare,” exclaimed Ruth, “I don’t know +which one of these roads leads to the churchyard. +Of course we can explore both of them, +but we don’t want to miss seeing the old church, +and we certainly don’t want to miss lunch. It +will be so cheerful picnicking in a graveyard.” +</p> +<p> +The automobile stopped and the motor cycle, +catching up with them just then, stopped also. +The rider put his foot down to steady himself, +and removing his black leather cap and glasses, +bowed courteously to Miss Stuart. +</p> +<p> +“Is Madame looking for the ancient church?” +he asked, in very excellent English with just a +touch of accent. +</p> +<p> +The five women remembered, at once, that +this was the stranger whom they had lately seen +at breakfast. From closer quarters they saw +that he was good-looking, not with the kind of +looks they were accustomed to admire, but still +undeniably handsome. His features had rather +a haughty turn to them, and his black eyes had +a melancholy look; but even the heavy leather +suit he wore could not hide the graceful slenderness +of his figure. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; we were looking for the church,” replied +Miss Sallie in a somewhat mollified tone, +considering she had just called him a hobgoblin +on an infernal machine. “Will you be good +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span> +enough to tell us which one of these roads we +must take?” +</p> +<p> +“If you will follow me,” answered the +stranger, “I also am going there. You will +pardon me if I go in front? If you will wait +a moment I will get somewhat ahead, so that +madame and the other ladies will not be dusted.” +</p> +<p> +“I must say he is rather a polite young man,” +admitted Miss Sallie, “if he is somewhat rapid +in his movements.” +</p> +<p> +“He is curiously good-looking,” reflected +Ruth. “Not exactly our kind, I should say; +but, after all, he may be just foreign and different. +Just because he is not an American type +doesn’t keep him from being nice.” +</p> +<p> +All the time the foliage was getting more impenetrable. +Tall trees reared themselves on +either side of the road, seeming vanguards of +the forests behind them. A cool, woodsy breeze +touched their cheeks softly, and Barbara closed +her eyes for a moment that she might feel the +enchantment of the place. +</p> +<p> +“How many Dutch burghers and their wives +must have driven up this same grassy road,” +she was thinking to herself. “How many +wedding parties and funeral trains, too, for here +is their graveyard. No wonder a traveler +imagined he saw ghosts on this lonely road, with +nothing but a cemetery and an old church to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span> +cheer him on his way. And here is our auto +running in the very same ruts their funny old +carriages and rockaways must have made, and +this stranger in front of us on something queerer +still. I wonder if ghosts of the future will ride +in phantom autos or on motor cycles. What a +fearful sight! A headless man on an infernal +machine——” +</p> +<p> +Her reflections were interrupted by the turning +around of the automobile. Ruth had evidently +decided to go back by the way they had +come. Opening her eyes she saw before her a +quaint and charming old church set in the midst +of a rambling graveyard. +</p> +<p> +There also stood the black cyclist, like a gruesome +sentinel among the tombs. He lifted his +cap as they drew up, and, after hesitating a moment, +came forward to open the door and help +Miss Sallie alight. +</p> +<p> +“Permit me, Madam,” he said, with such +grace of demeanor that the lady thanked him +almost with effusion. Grace and Mollie were +assisted as if they had been princesses of +the blood, as they described it later, while the +other two girls leaped to the ground before he +had time to make any overtures in their direction. +</p> +<p> +There was rather an awkward pause, for a +moment, as the stranger, with uncovered head, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span> +stood aside to let them pass. The silence was +not broken and Miss Stuart chose to let it remain +so. +</p> +<p> +“One cannot be too careful,” she had always +said, “of chance acquaintances, especially men.” +However, she was predisposed in favor of the +cyclist, whose manners were exceptional. +</p> +<p> +The girls were strolling about among the +graves, examining the stones with their quaint +epitaphs, while the stranger leaned against a +tree and lit a cigarette. +</p> +<p> +Miss Stuart, with her lorgnette, was making +a survey of the church. +</p> +<p> +“From the account of the supper party at the +Van Tassels’ in Sleepy Hollow,” said Ruth, +“the early Dutch must have just about eaten +themselves to death. Do you remember all the +food there was piled on the table at the famous +quilting party? Every kind of cake known to +man, to begin with; or rather, Washington +Irving began with cakes. Roast fowls and turkeys, +hams and sausages, puddings and pies and +the humming tea-urn in the midst of it.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t think the women had such big appetites +as the men,” observed Mollie. “At least +Katrina Van Tassel is described as being very +dainty, and I can’t imagine a pretty young girl +working straight through such a bill of fare, +and yet looking quite the same ever after.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> +</p> +<p> +“But remember that they took lots of exercise,” +put in Barbara, “of a kind we know nothing +about. All the Dutch girls were taught to +scrub and polish and clean.” +</p> +<p> +“What were we doing when Ruth and +Miss Sallie and Mr. Stuart arrived, Bab, I’d +like to know?” interrupted Mollie indignantly. +“Weren’t we rubbing the parlor furniture and +polishing the floor?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” returned Barbara, “but you could put +our entire house down in the parlor of one of +those old Dutch farm houses, and still have +room and to spare.” +</p> +<p> +“And think of all the copper kettles they had +to keep polished,” added Grace. +</p> +<p> +“And the spinning they had to do,” said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“And the cooking and butter making,” continued +Bab. “Yes, Mistress Mollie, I think +there’s some excuse for sausages and all the +rest. And I am sure I could have forgiven +Katrina if she ate everything in sight.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah, well,” replied Mollie, “no doubt she was +fat at thirty!” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span><a name='chIV' id='chIV'></a>CHAPTER IV—A CRY FOR HELP</h2> +<p> +AS they talked the young girls wandered +over the grassy sward of the churchyard +and their voices grew fainter and +fainter to the cyclist and Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +The latter had seated herself on the stump +of an old tree and was busily engaged in re-reading +her mail, at which she had glanced only carelessly +that morning. +</p> +<p> +The air was very still and hot, and the hum +of insects made a drowsy accompaniment to the +songs of the birds. The cyclist had stretched +himself at full length on the grass under an immense +elm tree and was lazily blowing blue rings +of smoke skywards. +</p> +<p> +Presently there broke upon the noonday stillness +a cry for help. It was in a high, girlish +voice—Mollie’s in fact—and it was followed by +others in quick succession. +</p> +<p> +Miss Stuart, scattering her mail on the ground +in her fright, rushed in the direction of the +cries, the cyclist close behind her. +</p> +<p> +On a knoll near the church the sight which met +Miss Sallie’s eyes almost made her knees give +way. But she had a cool head in danger, in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span> +spite of her lavender draperies and pretended +helplessness. +</p> +<p> +A tramp, who seemed to them all at the moment +as big as a giant, with matted hair and +beard and face swollen from drink, had seized +Ruth and Barbara by the wrists with one of his +enormous hands. A woman equally ragged in +appearance was tugging at the fellow’s other +hand in an effort to quiet him. +</p> +<p> +As Miss Sallie ran toward the group she +heard Barbara say quietly: +</p> +<p> +“Let go our wrists and we shall be glad to +give you all the money we have with us.” +</p> +<p> +“I tell you I want more money than that,” +said the man in a hoarse, terrible voice. “I want +enough money to keep me for the rest of my +days. Do you think I like to sleep on the +ground and eat bread and water? I tell you I +want my rights. Why should you be rich and +me poor? Why should you be dressed in silks +while my wife wears rags?” +</p> +<p> +As he raved, he jerked his hand away from +the woman, almost throwing her forward in his +violence, and gesticulated wildly. +</p> +<p> +The two girls were both very pale and calm, +but the poor tramp woman was crying bitterly. +</p> +<p> +Barbara’s lips were moving, but she said +nothing, and only Mollie knew it was her +mother’s prayer she was repeating. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be frightened, young ladies,” sobbed +the woman, “I will see that no harm comes to +you, even if he kills me.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you call this a free country,” continued +the tramp, “when there are thousands of people +like me who have no houses and must beg for +food? I would like to kill all the rich men in +this country and turn their children loose to beg +and steal, as we must do to get a living! Do +you think I would ever have come to this pass if +a rich man had not brought me to it? Do you +think I was always a tramp like this, and my wife +yonder a tramp, too?” +</p> +<p> +At this point the drunken wretch began to +cry, but he still held the two girls tightly by the +wrists. +</p> +<p> +“I tell you I’ll take a ransom for you and +nothing less. I’ll get out of the world all it’s +taken from me, and your father will have to do +the paying. Come on!” he cried in a tone of +command, to his trembling wife. +</p> +<p> +At this critical moment Miss Stuart and the +motor cyclist came running to the scene. +</p> +<p> +There was a look of immense relief on Miss +Sallie’s face when she saw the courteous +stranger at her heels. She had been about to +speak, but was silent. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, ho!” cried the tramp, “so you’ve got a +protector, have you? Well, come on! I’ll fight +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span> +the whole lot of you, women and men, too, and +with one hand, at that!” +</p> +<p> +He loomed up like a giant beside the small, +slender cyclist, but he was a drunken giant nevertheless +and not prepared for what was about to +happen. +</p> +<p> +However, at first, it appeared to them all that +a little persuasion might be better than force. +</p> +<p> +“If you will let the young ladies go, my good +man,” said the cyclist, “you will not regret it. +You will be well paid. I would advise you to +take a sensible view of the matter. You cannot +kidnap us all, and it would not take long to +get help. Would you prefer a long term in jail +to a sum of money?” And the cyclist drew a +leather wallet from his coat pocket. +</p> +<p> +“You think you are mighty smart, young +man,” sneered the tramp, “but I can kidnap all +of you, and nobody ever be the wiser. Do you +think I’d let a chance like this go? My pals are +right over there.” He pointed with his free +hand to the woods back of him. +</p> +<p> +“You will be sorry,” said the cyclist. +</p> +<p> +With an oath, the tramp put his finger to his +mouth and gave a long, shrill whistle. +</p> +<p> +But in that moment he was off his guard, and +the cyclist leaped upon him like a leopard on a +lion. One swift blow under the jaw and down +tumbled the giant as Goliath fell before David. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span> +</p> +<p> +The poor woman, who was crouching in terror +behind a tree, jumped to her feet. +</p> +<p> +“Run!” she cried in a frightened whisper. +“Run for your lives!” +</p> +<p> +The cyclist seized Miss Sallie by the arm. +</p> +<p> +“She is right. It is better to run. The +others may be coming.” +</p> +<p> +And they did run. Terror seemed to lend +wings to their feet. Even Miss Stuart, assisted +by their rescuer, fled over the grass as swiftly +as her charges. +</p> +<p> +Ruth and Barbara reached the automobile +first. In an instant Ruth had cranked up the +machine while Barbara opened the door. +</p> +<p> +Another moment, and they were off down the +road, the black-clad cyclist following. Glancing +back, they saw two other rough-looking men +helping their comrade to rise to his feet. Then +they disappeared in the woods while the woman, +with many anxious backward glances, followed +her companions. +</p> +<p> +Nobody spoke for some time. The girls were +too much terrified by the narrow escape to trust +to their voices. The bravest women will weep +after a danger is past, and all five of these +women were very near the point of tears. +</p> +<p> +Presently the cyclist came up alongside of the +automobile, which had slowed down somewhat +when they reached the main road. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> +</p> +<p> +“I will go ahead and inform the police,” he +called over his shoulder, “but I fear it will not +be of much use. Men like that will scatter and +hide themselves at the first alarm.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie smiled at him gratefully. Touching +his cap, which was fastened under his chin +with a strap and could not be lifted without +some inconvenience, the stranger shot ahead and +soon disappeared in a cloud of dust. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie was thinking deeply. She wished +that Major Ten Eyck and the boys had not left +the hotel that morning. She felt need of the +strong support of the opposite sex. She felt +also the responsibility of being at the head of +her party of young girls. +</p> +<p> +Should they dare start off again next day into +the wilderness after such an experience? Of +course, as long as they were in the automobile, +going at full speed, nothing could stop them except +a puncture, and punctures on country roads +were not as frequent as they were on city +streets. What would her brother say? Would +he sanction such a trip after this fearful experience? +And still she hesitated. +</p> +<p> +The truth was, Miss Stuart was as eager as the +girls to accept the invitation that had been so +unexpectedly made. She did not wish to revive +the romance of her youth, but she did have an +overweening desire to see the ancestral home of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span> +her old lover, and to talk with him on the thousand +subjects that spring up when two old +friends come together after many years. +</p> +<p> +It was, therefore, with half-hearted vehemence +that she said to the four rather listless girls: +</p> +<p> +“My dears, don’t you think it would be very +dangerous for us to go over to Major Ten +Eyck’s, to-morrow, after this fearful attack?” +</p> +<p> +Everybody looked relieved that somebody had +had the courage to say the first word. +</p> +<p> +“Dear auntie, we’ll leave it entirely to you,” +replied Ruth. “Although, I don’t believe we +are likely to be kidnapped as long as we keep +the automobile going. The fastest running +tramp in Christendom couldn’t keep up with us, +even when we’re going at an ordinary rate. +From what Major Ten Eyck said, the road is +pretty good. We ought to get there in an hour, +since it’s only fifteen miles from here, and the +last mile or so is on his estate.” +</p> +<p> +The other girls said nothing, it being a matter +for the chaperon to settle. +</p> +<p> +“Very well, my dear,” answered Miss Sallie, +acquiescing so suddenly that the others almost +smiled in spite of the seriousness of their feelings +at the moment. “But I do feel that we had +a narrow escape this morning. If it had not +been for the young man on the motor cycle I +tremble to think what would have been the consequences. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span> +And I certainly believe if we are not +going back to New York, the sooner we get into +the society of some male protectors the better +for us. I am sorry that fifteen miles separate +us. I wish those boys had thought to motor +back and get us to-morrow.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, well,” observed Barbara, “fifteen miles +is a mere bagatelle, when you come to think of +it. Why, we shall be there before we know it.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chV' id='chV'></a>CHAPTER V—THE MOTOR CYCLIST</h2> +<p> +By this time the automobile had reached +the hotel. Miss Sallie led the way to the +dining room and they formed rather a +weak-kneed procession, for they were beginning +to experience that all-gone feeling that comes +after a fright. +</p> +<p> +The luncheon hamper full of good things had +been carried back into the hotel, since there had +been neither time nor opportunity for the picnic +party the girls had planned. +</p> +<p> +“I think a little food is what we really need, +now,” exclaimed Ruth. “Cheer up, Mollie and +Grace. Bab, smile for the ladies. It’s all over. +Here we are, safe, and we are going to have a +beautiful time at Major Ten Eyck’s. Please, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span> +dear friends, don’t begin to take this gloomy +view of life. As for the anarchist person who +attacked us in the woods, you may depend upon +it that he and his friends are so frightened they +will be running in an opposite direction from +Tarrytown for another week. As for the foreign +young man who stepped up to the rescue, +he should certainly be thanked.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth had by nature a happy temperament. +She quickly threw off small troubles, and depression +in others made her really unhappy. +</p> +<p> +“It was truly a daring deed,” replied Barbara, +“and all the more daring considering that +the tramp would have made about two of the +cyclist. But the blow he gave was as swift and +sure as a prize fighter’s.” +</p> +<p> +“Did you notice that the poor woman was +rather pretty?” commented Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“My dear child,” cried Miss Sallie, “I really +believe you would notice people’s looks on the +way to your own execution. Now, for my part, +I could not see anything. I was almost too +frightened to breathe. I felt that I should faint +at any moment.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Aunt Sallie, you are more frightened +now than you were then,” exclaimed her +niece. “You were as calm as the night. As +for Grace, she looked like a scared rabbit. Mollie, +darling, I’m glad you had the presence of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span> +mind to scream. If you hadn’t Aunt Sallie and +the motor cyclist might have looked for us in +vain.” +</p> +<p> +While she was speaking the cyclist came into +the dining-room. +</p> +<p> +As soon as Miss Stuart saw him she rose from +the table in her most stately manner and walked +over to meet him. +</p> +<p> +“Sir,” she said, and Ruth gave the merest +flicker of a blink at Bab, “you did a very brave +thing to-day, and I want to thank you for all +of us. If you had not been there my niece and +her friend would undoubtedly have been kidnapped. +You perhaps saved their lives. They +might have been killed by those ruffians. Won’t +you give us your name and address? My +brother, I am sure, would like to write to you +himself. We shall be indebted to you always.” +</p> +<p> +The young man’s face flushed with embarrassment. +</p> +<p> +“It was nothing, I assure you, Madam,” he +replied. “It was easy because the man was intoxicated. +He went over at the first blow. My +name,” he continued, “is Martinez. José Martinez. +My address is the Waldorf, New York.” +</p> +<p> +“I am Miss Stuart,” said Miss Sallie, “and I +would like to present you to my niece, Miss Ruth +Stuart, and her friends Miss Grace Carter and +Misses Barbara and Mollie Thurston. It would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span> +give us great pleasure if you would lunch with +us, Mr. Martinez.” +</p> +<p> +“When a man saves your life you certainly +can’t stand on ceremony,” commented Miss Sallie +to herself. +</p> +<p> +An animated discussion followed. Mr. Martinez +had been to see the chief of police, he said, +who would call on Miss Stuart that afternoon, +if convenient. He could not offer any hope, +however, of catching the men. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie replied that, for her part, she +hoped they wouldn’t take the creatures. It +would do no good and she did not want to spend +any time cooped up in a court room in such +scorching weather. But did Mr. Martinez think +it would be dangerous for them to take a trip up +into the hills the next day? +</p> +<p> +“It would depend upon the road,” replied +Mr. Martinez. “That is, if the trip were taken +by automobile. Of course my motor cycle can +run on any road.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a good road,” replied Ruth. “At the +crossroads there is a bad road; but, fortunately, +we do not have to take it, since the new road +with the bridge has been opened up, so Major +Ten Eyck says.” +</p> +<p> +In which case Mr. José Martinez was of a +mind with the young ladies that the trip would +be perfectly safe. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span> +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie gave a sigh of relief. If this estimable +young man sanctioned the trip she felt +they might take it with clear consciences. But +she did hope her brother’s views on the subject +would be the same. +</p> +<p> +Then the talk drifted into other channels. +</p> +<p> +“You are a Spaniard, I presume, Mr. Martinez?” +questioned Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, Madam, a Spaniard by birth, a Frenchman +by education and at present an American +by choice. I have lived in England, also, but +I believe I prefer America to all other countries, +even my own.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Stuart was much gratified at this avowal. +She felt that in complimenting America he was +complimenting her indirectly. +</p> +<p> +“Have you seen the Alhambra and the Rock +of Gibraltar?” demanded Mollie, her wide, +blue eyes full of interest. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, Madamoiselle,” replied the handsome +Spaniard, smiling at her gently, “I have +seen the Alhambra many times, and Gibraltar +once only.” A curious shade passed over his +face as if Gibraltar held memories which he was +not anxious to revive. +</p> +<p> +“Does the Rock of Gibraltar really look like +a lion?” asked Grace, who had not noticed his +distaste to the mere mention of the name. +</p> +<p> +“I do not know, Madamoiselle,” he replied +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span> +shortly. “I saw it only from land. I was,” +he added hesitatingly, “very ill when I was +there.” +</p> +<p> +The waiter announced the chief of police to +see Miss Sallie, and the luncheon party adjourned +to the shady side of the piazza. +</p> +<p> +All this time Barbara had been very quiet, so +quiet, indeed, that Ruth had asked her in a whisper, +as they left the dining room, if she were +still feeling the shock of the morning. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no,” replied Barbara, “I am simply +trying to stifle a ridiculous fear I have that, +maybe, we ought not to go to-morrow. It is absurd, +so please don’t mention it to the others, +especially as even Miss Sallie thinks it safe, and +little coward Mollie is not afraid.” +</p> +<p> +“You are just tired, poor dear,” said sympathetic +Ruth. “Come along up to your room, +and we shall have a little ‘relaxation,’ as my old +colored mammy used to say. We’ll spend a +quiet afternoon in our rooms, and at sunset we +can take a spin along the river bank before supper. +What do you say?” +</p> +<p> +“I am agreeable,” replied Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Good afternoon, Mr. Martinez,” said Ruth, +as the others came up. “You will be wanting +to take your siesta now, I suppose. Siestas, in +Spain, are like afternoon tea in England, aren’t +they? Here in America we don’t have either, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span> +much, but I think we shall need both to-day. +Perhaps we shall see you at dinner?” +</p> +<p> +“If I may have that pleasure,” replied the +Spaniard, bowing low. +</p> +<p> +“Strangers of the morning are friends in the +afternoon, in this, our life of adventure,” +laughed Ruth as they passed along the corridor +to the steps. +</p> +<p> +But they did not see the stranger again that +day. For some mysterious reason he left the +hotel in the afternoon, and did not return until +nearly midnight, when Barbara, who happened +to be awake, heard him whistling softly as he +went down the hall to his room. +</p> +<h2><a name='chVI' id='chVI'></a>CHAPTER VI—A FOREST SCRIMMAGE</h2> +<p> +It was really Miss Sallie Stuart’s fault that +they were so late in starting the next day +to Major Ten Eyck’s home. +</p> +<p> +The automobile had been ordered to be on +hand immediately after an early luncheon, but +another call from one of the town police caused +the first delay. +</p> +<p> +The tramps had securely hidden themselves, +the officer said, and no trace of them had been +found in other towns in that vicinity. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span> +</p> +<p> +The second delay was caused by a telegram +from Miss Stuart’s dressmaker, stating that a +dress had been expressed to her which would +reach Tarrytown that morning. Bab and Mollie +were also expecting an express package +of fresh clothes and their organdie dresses, +which they felt, now, they would assuredly +need. +</p> +<p> +Consequently the party waited patiently for +these ever-necessary feminine adornments, and +it was four o’clock before the girls started. +</p> +<p> +A third delay was caused by the puncture of a +tire just as they were leaving the hotel. Now +they were obliged to go to the nearest garage +and have it repaired, which consumed another +three quarters of an hour. +</p> +<p> +However, it was pleasanter riding in the cool +of the afternoon, and they still hoped to reach +Ten Eyck Hall long before dark. It was a very +gay party that finally took the road, swathed in +chiffon veils and dusters. +</p> +<p> +“I never felt so much interested in a visit as +I do in this one,” remarked Ruth. “Certainly +we ought to be glad to get there after all these +mishaps and delays.” +</p> +<p> +Barbara was still in her silent humor. She +sat with her small handbag clasped tightly on +her knees and looked straight before her, as +though she were watching for something. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span> +</p> +<p> +“Bab, my child, what is it?” asked Ruth. +“You have been in a brown study all day.” +</p> +<p> +“Nothing at all, dear,” replied Bab, smiling. +“Perhaps this haziness goes to my head a little. +But I am awfully glad, too, about the visit. +I always wanted to see an old colonial house, +and the only way really is to stay in it. If we +have the run of the rooms, and all the halls and +galleries, we can get to know it much more intimately +than if we were just sight-seers being +conducted through by an aged housekeeper.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile, on the back seat, Miss Sallie was +in a reminiscent mood. It was very agreeable +to her to hark back to the joyous days of her +youth, for Miss Stuart had been a belle, and the +two girls were listening with pleasure to her accounts +of the gallant major, who had been graduated +from West Point ahead of time in order to +join the army during the Civil War. +</p> +<p> +The conversation was interrupted by the sudden +stoppage of the automobile at the crossroads, +one of which led straight into the woods, +while the other branched off into the open, crossing +the now dry bed of a river spanning which +was the new bridge. +</p> +<p> +“This is the right road, of course,” said Ruth, +taking the one with the bridge. +</p> +<p> +“Wait!” cried Barbara. “There’s something +stretched across the bridge.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> +</p> +<p> +Sure enough, a rope blocked all passage over +the bridge, which was quite a long one. Secured +to the rope with cords was a plank on +which was painted: +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p>“DANGEROUS: TAKE THE OTHER ROAD!”</p> +</div> +<p> +“The paint on the sign is still sticky,” exclaimed +Barbara who had jumped out and run +over to take a good look at it. “And the bridge +is broken. There is a large hole, like a gash, +on one side, and another further down.” +</p> +<p> +“How remarkable!” replied Ruth. “It must +have happened some time this morning. I do +not suppose Major Ten Eyck knows anything +about it, or he would have let us know. I’ll +back up, anyway, to the crossroads, and we can +decide what to do. We could go on, I suppose. +The major said the other road passed his front +gate, but it was a longer one and not such good +traveling. What do you say, Aunt Sallie? +Speak up, girls, are you all agreed?” +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie was much troubled. She wanted +to go and she did not want to go, and her mind +was in a turmoil. +</p> +<p> +Bab was silent, and Grace and Mollie looked +ready for anything. +</p> +<p> +“Well,” said Miss Sallie, after a moment’s +reflection, “it is very dangerous and very venturesome; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> +but, having got thus far, let us proceed +on our way.” She folded her hands resignedly, +like a martyred saint. +</p> +<p> +“Then off we go!” cried Ruth. The automobile +rolled into the wooded road that penetrated +a deeper part of the forest. +</p> +<p> +The dense shade was a relief after the open, +dusty country. Tall trees interlaced their +branches overhead and the ground was carpeted +with fern and bracken. +</p> +<p> +But an uneasiness had come upon the automobilists. +They did not attempt to explain it, for +there was no apparent cause. The road was excellent +so far, smooth and level; but something +was in the air. Miss Sallie was the first to +break the silence. +</p> +<p> +“I am terribly frightened,” she admitted, in +a low voice. “We must have been bewitched +to have attempted this ride. Ruth, my dear, +I beg of you to turn and go back. I feel that +we are running into danger.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth slowed up the machine a little, and +called over her shoulder: +</p> +<p> +“You are right, Aunt Sallie, but I am afraid +we can’t turn just yet, because there isn’t room. +Anyway, we may be nearer to the other end of +the wood by this time.” +</p> +<p> +The car sped on again, only to stop with such +a sudden jerk, in the very depths of the forest, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> +that the machinery ceased to whir and in a moment +was silent. +</p> +<p> +For a few moments all hands sat perfectly +still, dumb with terror and amazement. +</p> +<p> +Across the road was stretched another rope. +There was no sign board on it to tell them there +was danger ahead, but the girls needed none. +They felt that there was danger ahead, behind, +and all around them. They knew they were in +a trap, and that the danger that threatened them +would make itself known all too soon. +</p> +<p> +Barbara had whispered to Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Back up as fast as you can!” +</p> +<p> +Ruth had replied in another whisper: +</p> +<p> +“I can’t before I crank up.” +</p> +<p> +Regaining her nerve, Ruth was about to leap +to the ground when she saw, and the four others +saw at the same moment, the figure of a man +standing by a tree at the roadside. It would +seem that he had been standing there all along, +but so still and motionless that he might +been one of the trees themselves. And for two +reasons he was a terrifying spectacle: one because +his features were entirely concealed by a +black mask, the other because he carried in one +hand a gleaming and remarkably sharp looking +knife, a kind of dagger, the blade slightly curved +and pointed at the end, the silver handle chased +all over in an intricate design. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span> +</p> +<p> +To her dying day Bab would never forget the +picture he made. +</p> +<p> +He wore a dark green velveteen suit, like a +huntsman’s, and a felt hat with a hanging brim +that covered his head. +</p> +<p> +“Pardon me, ladies,” he said in a curious, +false voice, “but I must request you to keep your +places.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth, who was poised just over the step, fell +back beside Barbara, who had maintained her +position, and sat with blanched cheeks and +tightly closed lips. +</p> +<p> +The highwayman then deliberately slashed all +four tires with his murderous looking weapon. +At each explosion Miss Sallie gave a stifled +groan. +</p> +<p> +“Do not cry out, Madam,” said the robber +sternly, “or it will go hard with you.” +</p> +<p> +“Be still,” whispered little Mollie, bravely +taking Miss Stuart’s hand and patting it +gently. +</p> +<p> +“And now, ladies,” continued the man more +politely, “I must ask you to put all your money +and jewelry in a pile here. Stand up,” he said +to Barbara. “Put it on this seat and leave out +nothing or you will regret it.” +</p> +<p> +The five women began mechanically to remove +what simple jewelry they happened to be +wearing, for the most part pins, rings, bracelets +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span> +and watches, the latter Ruth’s and Grace’s. +Then came the pocket books, Mollie’s little blue +silk knitted purse topping the pyramid. +</p> +<p> +“But this is not all your money,” said the +robber impatiently. “Do not delay. It is getting +late.” +</p> +<p> +“I have some more in my bag,” said Ruth +faintly. “Mollie, it is on the back seat. Will +you hand it to me?” +</p> +<p> +Mollie searched with trembling hands for the +bag which was stored somewhere under the seat. +</p> +<p> +“And have you nothing in that bag?” asked +the highwayman, turning roughly to Barbara. +</p> +<p> +She did not answer at first. Her lips were +moving silently and the others thought she must +be praying. Only Mollie knew she was repeating, +for the second time since they had left home, +the words her mother had taught her: “Heaven +make me calm in the face of danger.” +</p> +<p> +The highwayman laid his hand on the bag, +flourishing his knife in a menacing way. +</p> +<p> +“Wait,” she said calmly, looking at him with +such contempt that his eyes dropped before her. +</p> +<p> +Placing the bag on Ruth’s lap, Bab slowly +opened it, fumbled inside for a moment and drew +out a small pistol. +</p> +<p> +It caught a last ray of the setting sun, which +had filtered through the trees and gleamed dangerously, +in spite of its miniature size. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span> +</p> +<p> +Barbara pointed it deliberately at the robber, +with a steady hand, and said quietly: +</p> +<p> +“Drop that knife and run unless you want +me to shoot you!” +</p> +<p> +The robber stared at her in amazement. +</p> +<p> +“Quick!” she said and gave the trigger an +ominous click. +</p> +<p> +The pistol was pointed straight at his midwaist. +</p> +<p> +“Drop the knife,” repeated Barbara, “and +back off.” +</p> +<p> +He dropped the knife and started backward +down the road. +</p> +<p> +“Now, run!” cried Barbara. And the highwayman +turned and walked swiftly until he was +out of sight. +</p> +<p> +“There’s no time to be lost,” cried Barbara. +The other four women sat as if in a trance. +Their deliverance had been so unexpected that +they were still suffering from the shock. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie began to wring her hands in +frantic despair. +</p> +<p> +“Girls, girls!” she wept, “I have brought +you to this pass! What shall we do? The man +is sure to come back. We can’t stay here all +night! Oh mercy! why did I ever consent to +take this dangerous trip? It’s all my fault!” +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i003' id='i003'></a> +<img src="images/illus-066.jpg" alt="Drop That Knife and Run!" title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>Drop That Knife and Run!</span> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span></div> +<p> +“Don’t cry, Aunt Sallie, dearest! It’s everybody’s +fault, and you mustn’t waste your +strength,” urged Ruth, trying to comfort her +aunt, whose nerves had had about all they could +endure by now. “What do you think we’d better +do?” continued Ruth, turning to Barbara, +who, with her pistol was keeping watch at the +back of the automobile. +</p> +<p> +“I think we shall have to walk,” replied Barbara. +“There is no other way, and we must +start at once, before it gets dark. Ruth, you +and Grace help Miss Sallie. Mollie, put all the +valuables on the seat into my bag. There is no +time to divide them now. We had better not +try to carry anything except the small bags.” +</p> +<p> +The little company seemed to feel a kind of +relief in submitting itself to Barbara’s direction. +Each doing as she was bid, they started +down the wood road, leaving the car with all +their baggage behind them. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie had recovered her composure. +The necessity of moving quickly, had taken her +mind off the situation for the present, and she +walked at as brisk a pace as did the girls. +</p> +<p> +Barbara had directed Mollie to walk a little +in front and to keep a sharp lookout, while Bab +brought up the rear and watched the sides of +the road as vigilantly as a guard in war time, +her pistol cocked, ready to defend and fight for +her friends and sister to her last breath. +</p> +<p> +Presently curiosity got the better of Ruth. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span> +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” she asked, “where on earth did you +get that pistol?” +</p> +<p> +“From your father,” answered Bab. “That +was the secret. Don’t you remember? But we +must not risk talking now. The quieter we are +the better. Voices carry in these woods.” +</p> +<p> +“You are quite right, Bab, dear,” replied +Ruth, under her breath, and not another word +was spoken. +</p> +<p> +Each one was engaged in her own thoughts as +the silent procession moved swiftly on. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie was wondering whether they +would ever see morning alive. +</p> +<p> +Grace, who was very devout, was praying +softly to herself. +</p> +<p> +Ruth, in the innermost depths of her mind, +was secretly enjoying the whole adventure, dangerous +as it was. +</p> +<p> +Mollie was feeling homesick for her mother, +while Bab had no time for any thought than the +one that the highwayman might appear at any +moment, and from any direction. Who knew +but that he had turned and doubled on them, +and would spring at them from the next tree? +</p> +<p> +Presently Mollie, who was a few feet in advance +of the others, paused. +</p> +<p> +“Look!” she whispered as the others came +up. “I see the light of a fire through the trees. +I hear voices, too.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> +</p> +<p> +Sure enough, through the interlacing branches +of the trees, they could distinctly see the glow +of a large fire. +</p> +<p> +“Wait,” exclaimed Bah under her breath. +“Stand here at the side of the road, where +you will be hidden. Perhaps we may find help +at last.” Creeping cautiously among the trees +she disappeared in the darkness. It seemed an +age to the others, waiting on the edge of the narrow +woodland road, but it was only a few minutes, +in reality, before Bab was back again. +</p> +<p> +“They are Gypsies,” she whispered. “I can +tell by their wagons and tents.” +</p> +<p> +“Gypsies!” exclaimed Miss Sallie, with a +tragic gesture of both hands. “We shall all be +murdered as well as robbed!” +</p> +<p> +“No, no,” protested Mollie. “I have a +friend who is a Gypsy. This may be her tribe. +Suppose I go and see. Let me go. Now, Bab,” +as her sister touched her with a detaining hand, +“I want to do something.” +</p> +<p> +And little Mollie, with set lips and pale cheeks, +her courageous heart throbbing with repressed +excitement, stole off into the dense shadows of +the forest. +</p> +<p> +It seemed another age before the stillness was +broken again by the sound of crackling underbrush, +and Mollie’s figure was gradually outlined +in the blackness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span> +</p> +<p> +“I couldn’t tell,” she said. “They seemed +to be only men sitting around the fire smoking. +I was afraid to get any nearer for fear one of +them might be the robber. They say Gypsies +can be very kind, but I think it would be better +if we all went together and asked for help, if we +go at all. The men looked very fierce,” she +added faintly, slipping her hand into her sister’s +for sympathy. +</p> +<p> +“Dearest little sister,” whispered Bab, kissing +her, “don’t ever say again you are a coward.” +</p> +<p> +Then two persons emerged from between +the trees on the other side of the road. +</p> +<p> +The five women held their breath in fear and +suspense as the figures approached, evidently +without having seen these women standing in +the shadow. They were close enough now for +the automobilists to make out that they were two +women, one young and the other old apparently. +</p> +<p> +Suddenly, with a cry of joy and relief, Mollie +sprang upon the elder of the two women, threw +her arms about the stranger’s neck and burst +into uncontrollable sobs. +</p> +<p> +“O Granny Ann, Granny Ann!” cried Mollie. +“At the very time we needed your help +most you have come to us. I hoped and prayed +it was your tribe, but I couldn’t tell. There +were only men.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> +</p> +<p> +The old Gypsy woman patted Mollie’s cheek +tenderly, while the little girl sobbed out the story +of their evening’s adventure. +</p> +<p> +The others had been so surprised at Mollie’s +sudden outburst that they stood silently by without +interrupting the story; but all felt that a light +was beginning to break on what a short time +before had looked like a hopeless situation. +</p> +<p> +Granny Ann, the sixty years of whose life had +been spent in wandering over many countries, +was as unperturbed as if they had met by appointment. +Her companion, a young Gypsy +girl, stood quietly by without speaking a word. +</p> +<p> +“The ladies will be safe with us,” said the old +Gypsy, taking them all in with a comprehensive +sweep of her small beady eyes; “as safe as if +they were in their own homes. I have had +shelter and food from the young lady, and a +Gypsy never forgets a kindness. Come with +me,” she added, with a commanding gesture, and +led the way to the encampment. +</p> +<p> +The Gypsy girl brought up the rear and the +others trailed along in between, Ruth and Grace +still assisting Miss Sallie over the rough places. +</p> +<p> +When they reached the camp the four Gypsy +men, picturesquely grouped around the fire, rose +to their feet and looked curiously but imperturbably +at the party of women. +</p> +<p> +Granny Ann called a grizzled old man from +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span> +the fireside speaking rapidly in a strange language, +her own Romany tongue, in fact. After +conferring with him a few moments, she turned +to Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“My rom,” she said (which in Gypsy language +means husband), “thinks you had better +stay here to-night. It would not be easy to find +the gentleman’s house on such a dark night, but +we can make you comfortable in one of our tents. +He and the other men will take the horses and +draw the steam carriage down the road until it +is near enough to be guarded—if one of the +young ladies will show the way. There is no +danger,” she continued, sternly, as Miss Sallie +began to protest at the idea of one of her girls +going off with all those strange men. “A +Gypsy does not repay a kindness with a blow. +Come,” she called to the men, “that young lady +will show the way.” And she pointed at Barbara, +who had slipped the pistol into her belt, +and was talking to Ruth in a low voice. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie explained to the girls what Granny +Ann had decided was the best course for them to +take, while the four men untethered the four lean +horses and half-harnessed them, and the old +Gypsy man gathered some coils of rope together. +</p> +<p> +Ruth insisted on accompanying Barbara, and +the two girls led the way through the wood to +the road, the men following with the horses. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span> +</p> +<p> +They found the automobile exactly as it had +been left, save in one particular. The murderous-looking +dagger was gone. But the suit +cases and numerous dress boxes were untouched. +</p> +<p> +The girls waited at one side while the Gypsies +secured the ropes to the car and then to the collars +of the horses. Two Gypsies walked on +either side, holding the reins, while the other +two ran to the back and began to push the machine. +The horses strained at the ropes; then +in an instant the automobile was moving easily, +urged from the back and pulled from the front +like a stubborn mule. +</p> +<p> +When the girls again reached that part of the +road opposite the camp, the caravan came to a +full stop. +</p> +<p> +Ruth directed that all the cushions be carried +to the tent, together with the steamer rugs +stored under the seats, the tea-basket and other +luggage. The dismantled automobile was then +left for the night. +</p> +<p> +Ruth and Bab found Miss Sallie waiting at +the tent, a tragic figure in the darkness. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span><a name='chVII' id='chVII'></a>CHAPTER VII—A NIGHT WITH THE GYPSIES</h2> +<p> +“I think we shall be comfortable enough, +Aunt Sallie,” said her niece, after their +belongings had been deposited in the +tent. “We will fix you a nice bed, auntie, dearest, +with steamer rugs and your rubber air +cushion, and for the first time in your life you +will be almost sleeping under the stars.” +</p> +<p> +But poor Miss Sallie only smiled in reply. +She was too weary and exhausted to trust the +sound of her own voice, now that danger was +over and they had found protectors. +</p> +<p> +While Grace and Ruth arranged three beds inside +the tent (Ruth and Bab having joyfully +elected to sleep just outside) the two sisters +made tea and opened up boxes of tea biscuits +and Swiss chocolate which were always kept in +the provision basket for emergencies. +</p> +<p> +Granny Ann had offered them food, but they +had courteously declined, remembering tales +they had heard of the unclean Gypsy, and giving +as an excuse that they had a light supper +with them. “Very light indeed,” commented +Ruth later; “but I don’t think we’ll starve.” +</p> +<p> +“Now that everything is comfy,” observed +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75'></a>75</span> +Grace, “I, for one, think it is great fun. Our +little house in the woods! For one night, it is +almost as good as the cabin in the Berkshires.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, for one night; but give me a roof when +the rain comes,” cried Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“You are safe for to-night, at any rate, +Ruth,” said Barbara, looking up at the sky +through the branches of the tall forest trees. +“There’s not a cloud, even as small as a man’s +hand. And how bright the stars are! There +comes the harvest moon. It looks like a great, +red lantern.” +</p> +<p> +“Money, money!” cried Mollie excitedly. +</p> +<p> +“What is the matter with you, child?” said +Miss Sallie, startled into finding her voice at +last. +</p> +<p> +“Didn’t you see it?” said Mollie. “It was a +splendid shooting star. It had a tail that +reached halfway across the heavens. Don’t you +know that, if you remember to say ‘money, +money, money,’ before it fades out of sight or +goes wherever it disappears to——” +</p> +<p> +“‘Oh, mother, where do the shooting stars +go’?” laughed Ruth, breaking in upon Mollie—“you +will inherit a large sum of money,” continued +Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“We shall be sleeping at the feet of an heiress, +then,” said Bab. “Or did the star fade out +before you had finished, Molliekins?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” replied Mollie. “I was so +excited that I forgot to look.” +</p> +<p> +By this time tea was ready and a rug had +been spread in front of the tent for the guests +to sit upon. Miss Sallie with her air cushion +between her shoulders and the trunk of a tree +that spread its branches over the tent, was beginning +to feel that life, after all, held a number +of pleasant things, including a certain favorite +blend of tea that was as delicious, fragrant +and expensive as heart could wish. +</p> +<p> +The night breeze touched their faces gently, +and the stillness and sweet scents of the woods +soothed them into forgetfulness of their troubles. +While they sipped their tea and talked, in subdued +voices, of the mystery of the forest at +night, the Gypsy girl crept up and gazed curiously, +almost wistfully, at them. +</p> +<p> +“Do have some chocolate,” called Ruth, as +she held the box toward the girl. “Come over +and sit down, won’t you? What is your +name?” +</p> +<p> +“My name is Zerlina,” replied the Gypsy, as +she nibbled gingerly at a piece of chocolate. +</p> +<p> +“And is Granny Ann your mother?” asked +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“She is my grandmother,” replied Zerlina. +“My mother died many years ago.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth looked at her sympathetically. They +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span> +had, she thought, at least one thing in common +in their widely separated circumstances. +</p> +<p> +“Would you like,” she asked gently, “to live +in a city and go to school?” +</p> +<p> +For a moment Zerlina’s face flushed with a +deep glow of color. Her eyes traveled from one +to another of the automobile party. She noted +their refined, well-bred faces, their dainty +dresses, the luxurious pile of long silk coats and +chiffon veils. Nothing escaped the child, not +even the elegant little tea basket with its fittings +of silver and French china. +</p> +<p> +“There are times when I hate this life,” +Zerlina said finally, turning to Ruth, who was +watching her curiously. “There are times in the +winter when we have been too poor to go far +enough South to keep warm. It is then that I +would like the city and the warm houses. But +my grandmother is very strict.” +</p> +<p> +She paused and bit her lip. She had spoken +so fiercely that the girls had felt somewhat embarrassed +at their own prosperity. “But,” +continued Zerlina in a quieter tone, “when summer +comes, I would rather be here in the woods. +Gypsies do not live in houses,” she went on a +little proudly. “My grandmother has told me +that they have been wanderers for thousands of +years. They do not go to school. They teach +each other. My grandmother has taught me to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span> +read and write. She was taught by her mother, +who was adopted and educated by a noble lady. +But she came back to the Gypsies afterwards.” +</p> +<p> +“And your mother?” asked Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“My mother is dead,” returned Zerlina, and +closed her lips tightly, as if to block all further +inquiries in that direction. +</p> +<p> +“It is very interesting!” exclaimed Ruth. +“And your education is then really inherited +from your great-grandmother.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” assented the girl, “but I have inherited +more than that—from my mother.” +</p> +<p> +The girls waited for Zerlina to finish. They +hesitated to question her about her mother +since it was evidently a forbidden subject with +her. +</p> +<p> +“I have inherited her voice,” she added confidentially. +“It may be that I shall be a singer +some day.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, really?” cried all the girls in unison. +</p> +<p> +“You will sing for us now, won’t you?” +added Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“If you wish,” said Zerlina. “I will get my +guitar.” And she disappeared in the darkness. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t she pretty?” commented Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“How soft her voice is, and what good English +she speaks,” marveled Ruth. “But then, +we must remember her great-grandmother was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79'></a>79</span> +educated by a noble lady and transmitted her +learning and manners straight to her.” +</p> +<p> +“Poor thing!” exclaimed Bab. “I am really +very sorry for her. The instincts of her great-grandmother +and her grandmother keep up a +sort of warring inside of her. In the winter +time she’s her great-grandmother, and in the +summer time she’s a real Gypsy. There are +times when she sighs for a steam-heated house, +and times when she sighs for the open.” +</p> +<p> +“But it’s mostly the open she gets,” said +Grace. “What do you suppose she meant when +she said that Granny Ann was very strict?” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t imagine,” replied Ruth, “unless +Granny Ann refuses to allow her to buy herself +a warm house. Seriously, though, I should like +to do something for a girl like Zerlina. She +strikes me as being far from ordinary. But +here she comes. We will hear her sing first. +This beggar girl may be a future prima-donna.” +</p> +<p> +Zerlina emerged from the darkness, with an +old guitar, and, sitting crosslegged on the +ground, began to thrum an accompaniment. +Then she sang in a deep, rich voice a song of the +Gypsies. The song was in Spanish and the beat +of the music was so weird and insistent that the +listeners could hardly restrain themselves from +joining hands and dancing in time to the rhythm. +</p> +<p> +They were thrilled by the romance of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> +Gypsy camp and the charm of the girl’s singing. +When she had finished they begged for more, +and Zerlina was about to comply when a voice +called her from the encampment. It was her +grandmother’s, and what she said was not understood, +since it was in the Romany language. +But the girl leaped hurriedly to her feet. +</p> +<p> +“I will not sing again to-night,” she said. +“The ladies are tired. Another time. Good-night,” +And she slipped away in the darkness. +</p> +<p> +“Granny Ann is strict,” said Ruth. “You +wouldn’t think she would object to Zerlina’s +associating with a few girls her own age. I +wonder why she doesn’t like to have her sing? +Perhaps she is afraid she will run away, some +day, and go on the stage.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish I had her beautiful voice,” sighed +Grace. “Think what it could be made with +proper training.” +</p> +<p> +“If she does not coarsen in feature, as so +many of these dark women do,” observed Miss +Sallie, “she will be very handsome some day.” +</p> +<p> +“And now for our lowly beds,” cried Ruth. +“Barbara, you and I will sleep at the door of +the tent like faithful slaves guarding their noble +ladies. Nobody need be afraid. Granny Ann +has promised to have a Gypsy man keep watch, +and I have pinned my faith to Granny Ann. I +believe she’s a woman of her word.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span> +</p> +<p> +“Mollie, you seem to be on such friendly +terms with these people. What is your +opinion?” asked Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“I believe we shall be as safe as if we were +in our own homes,” replied Mollie. “Granny +Ann will keep faith with us. You will see. +Perhaps she wouldn’t if she didn’t feel under +obligations for a few sandwiches and lemonades, +and things that I have made for her occasionally +in the summer on hot days. But I know +she’s a kind of queen in the tribe, and used to +being obeyed.” +</p> +<p> +Fifteen minutes had hardly slipped past when +Miss Sallie and “The Automobile Girls” were +sound asleep, Bab with her pistol at her side. +</p> +<h2><a name='chVIII' id='chVIII'></a>CHAPTER VIII—THE HAUNTED POOL</h2> +<p> +To be awakened early in the morning by +the songs of birds and innumerable +woodland sounds, and find one’s self in +the very center of a forest, is no common experience. +To the girls, as they looked up +through the leafy canopies, and then across the +green aisles formed by trees that looked as if +they might have stood there since the beginning +of time—it was all very wonderful. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span> +</p> +<p> +“How beautiful this is!” exclaimed each one, +as she opened her eyes upon the wooded scene. +</p> +<p> +“Girls,” cried Ruth, “I wouldn’t have missed +this for worlds! No wonder Zerlina hates to +live in a house in the summer time. Isn’t this +fun? Shall we go over there and wash our +faces in that little brook!” +</p> +<p> +Off they scampered, a curious procession for +the deep woods, each with a burden of toilet +articles, soaps and sponges, wash rags, mirrors +and brushes. +</p> +<p> +“Well,” exclaimed Miss Sallie Stuart as she +knelt beside the stream and dipped her hands +into its cool depths, “I never expected to come +to this; but it is very refreshing, nevertheless.” +</p> +<p> +“This is Nature’s bathtub, auntie, dear. We +should be thankful to have it so near. I suppose +that is the reason the Gypsies chose this +spot to camp in,” said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“My dear child,” replied her aunt, “I know +very little about the Gypsy race; but I do know +one thing: that a Gypsy never took advantage +of any kind of a bathtub, wooden, tin, porcelain +or Nature’s.” +</p> +<p> +The girls all laughed joyously. +</p> +<p> +The fright of the day before had not left a +very deep impression. Sleep and a feeling of +safety had almost effaced it. +</p> +<p> +Presently they were back at the tent making +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span> +tea and boiling eggs supplied by Granny Ann +from the Gypsy larder. Ruth wanted to +build a fire, but they decided that the ground +was too dry to risk it. The Gypsies had dug a +small trench all around their camp fire. If they +had not, those splendid old woods would have +been in serious danger of burning, explained +Barbara, who had been reading a great deal in +the papers about forest fires. +</p> +<p> +It was arranged, after breakfast, that one of +the men should ride over with a note to Major +Ten Eyck’s, asking the major to send for them +at once, and also to dispatch his chauffeur to +mend the slashed tires. +</p> +<p> +The Gypsy camp had been astir long before +the automobilists arose, and the men were now +sitting at their ease around the clearing, smoking +silently, while Granny Ann and two other +women were moving about the tents, “cleaning +up,” as Ruth expressed it. +</p> +<p> +“They have a lovely chance to learn housework,” +said Grace. “But they do seem to air +their bedclothes. Look at all those red comforts +hanging on the bushes.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s easier to air them than to make up the +beds,” observed Mollie. “All you have to do +in the morning, is to hang your blanket on a +hickory limb, and when you go to bed, snatch +it off the limb and wrap up in it for the night.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span> +</p> +<p> +“Do you suppose they sleep in their clothes?” +pondered Barbara. +</p> +<p> +“Why, of course they do,” replied Ruth. +“You don’t for a moment imagine they would +ever go to the trouble of undressing, only to +dress again in the morning?” +</p> +<p> +“Girls, girls,” remonstrated Miss Sallie, “we +must not forget that we are accepting their +hospitality. Besides, here comes that young +woman with the voice.” +</p> +<p> +“Let’s take Zerlina as a guide, and go for a +walk,” cried Ruth. “I’m so full of life and +spirits this morning that I couldn’t possibly sit +down like those lazy men over there, who seem +to have nothing to do but smoke and talk. +Auntie, dear, will you go, or shall we fix you a +comfortable seat with the cushions under this +tree and leave you to read your book?” +</p> +<p> +“I certainly have no idea of going for a +walk,” replied Miss Stuart, “after what I’ve +been through with these last two days. Nor do +I want you to go far, either, or I shall be terribly +uneasy.” +</p> +<p> +But Miss Sallie was not really uneasy. It +was one of those enchanting mornings when the +mind is not troubled with unpleasant feelings. +Perhaps the Gypsies had bewitched her. At +any rate she sat back comfortably among the +cushions and rugs, with her writing tablet, the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span> +new magazines and the latest novel all close at +hand, and watched the girls until they disappeared +down the leafy aisles of the forest. +How charming their voices sounded in the distance! +How sweet was the sound of their +young laughter! Miss Stuart closed her eyes +contentedly. The spell of the place was upon +her, and she fell asleep before she had opened +a single magazine or cut one leaf of the new +novel. +</p> +<p> +In the meantime, the four girls, led by Zerlina +and her dog, were following the little stream in +its capricious windings through the forest. +</p> +<p> +A squirrel darted in front of them with a +flash of gray and jumped to the limb of a tree. +</p> +<p> +Zerlina made a sign for the girls to be silent. +Then speaking to her dog in her own language, +he sat down immediately on his haunches and +never moved a muscle until she spoke to him +again. She walked slowly toward the tree, +where the squirrel sat watching them uneasily. +A few feet off she paused and gave a shrill, +peculiar whistle. The squirrel pricked up his +ears and cocked his head on one side. Zerlina +whistled again and held out her hand. The +charm was complete. Down the limb he crept +until he reached the ground, paused again, +surveyed the scene with his little black eyes, and +with one leap, settled himself on her shoulder. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span> +</p> +<p> +“Oh!” cried the impulsive Ruth and the spell +was broken. +</p> +<p> +Away scampered the frightened little animal. +</p> +<p> +“How wonderful!” exclaimed the others as +they gathered around Zerlina, who held herself +with a sort of proud reserve as they plied her +with questions. +</p> +<p> +“It is because I have lived in the woods so +much of the time,” she explained. “One makes +friends with animals when one has no other +friends.” +</p> +<p> +“Zerlina,” said Ruth, “let me be your +friend.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” replied the girl simply, “but +perhaps we shall not meet again. You will be +going away in a little while.” +</p> +<p> +“You must come and sing for us at Major +Ten Eyck’s,” said Ruth, “and then we shall see +if we cannot meet again.” +</p> +<p> +They were walking in single file, now, along +the stream. Mollie was gathering ferns which +grew in profusion on the bank. Barbara, who +was behind the others, had stopped to look at a +bird’s nest that had fallen to the ground and +shattered the little blue eggs it had held. +</p> +<p> +As she knelt on the ground, something impelled +her to look over her shoulder. At first +Bab saw only the green depths of the forest, but +in a moment her eyes had found what had attracted them. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span> +Stifling a cry she rose to her feet. +What she had seen was gone in an instant, so +quickly that she wondered if she had not been +dreaming. Peering at her through the leaves +of parted branches she had seen a face, a very +strange, old face, as white as death. It was the +face of an old person, she felt instinctively, but +the eyes had something childlike in their expression +of wonder and surprise. +</p> +<p> +When it was gone, Barbara felt almost as if +she had seen a ghost. She leaned over and +dipped her hands into the stream to quiet her +throbbing veins. +</p> +<p> +“Truly this wood is full of mysteries,” she +thought to herself as she turned to follow the +others. But she decided not to say anything +about it. They had had enough frights lately, +and she was determined not to add another to +the list. +</p> +<p> +By this time the girls had reached a lovely +little pool set like a mirror in a mossy frame. +On one side the bank had flattened out and was +carpeted with luxuriant, close-cropped grass, +almost as smooth as the lawn of a city park. +The trees had crowded themselves to the very +edge of the greensward. They closed up on +the strip of lawn like a wall and stretched their +branches over it, as if to shield it from the sun. +</p> +<p> +“Did you ever see anything so sweet in all +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span> +your life?” cried Ruth, as she flung herself on +the turf. +</p> +<p> +“Never!” agreed the others with enthusiasm, +following her example. +</p> +<p> +“This pool is supposed to be haunted,” said +Zerlina, and Bab started, remembering the face +she had just seen. +</p> +<p> +“Haunted by what, Zerlina?” she asked. +</p> +<p> +“It is not known,” replied the Gypsy girl, +mysteriously; “but on moonlight nights some +one is often seen sitting on this bank.” +</p> +<p> +“What some one—a man or a woman?” persisted +Bab. +</p> +<p> +“It is not known,” repeated Zerlina. “But +it has been seen, nevertheless. Besides,” she continued, +“this is supposed to be the meeting-place +of fairies. Though people do not believe in +fairies in this country.” +</p> +<p> +“I do,” declared Mollie, and the other girls +laughed light-heartedly. +</p> +<p> +“And,” went on Zerlina, “the deer who live +in this wood come here to graze and drink water +from the pool.” +</p> +<p> +“Now, that I can believe,” said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Well, it is an enchanted spot,” cried Mollie. +“It must be. Look at Zerlina’s dog.” +</p> +<p> +The shepherd dog had taken his tail in his +mouth and was circling slowly. The girls +watched him breathlessly as he turned faster +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span> +and faster. Once he fell into the stream, but he +never stopped and continued to circle so rapidly, +as he clambered out, that he lost all sense of direction +and waltzed over the girls’ laps, staining +their dresses with his wet feet, while they +laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks, +and the woods rang with the merry sound. +</p> +<p> +At a word from the Gypsy girl the dog stopped +and stretched himself exhausted, on the ground. +</p> +<p> +“Zerlina, you must have bewitched that animal,” +cried Ruth. “But wasn’t it beautiful? +If we had been lying down he would have +waltzed right over our faces.” +</p> +<p> +“Girls,” proposed Grace, after they had recovered +from the exhibition of the waltzing dog, +“let’s go in wading.” +</p> +<p> +“What a great idea, Grace!” cried Ruth. In +a jiffy they had their shoes and stockings piled +together on the bank and had slipped into the +little pool of clear, running water. +</p> +<p> +Zerlina watched them from the bank. Perhaps +Miss Sallie was right, and water had no +charms for this Gypsy child. +</p> +<p> +As they clung to each other, giving little +shrieks of pleasure and making a great splashing, +Mollie exclaimed suddenly: +</p> +<p> +“Look, look! Here comes a man!” +</p> +<p> +Sure enough there was a man emerging from +the trees on the other side of the stream. The +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span> +girls scampered excitedly out of the water, giggling, +as girls will do, and sat in a row on the +bank, tailor-fashion, hiding their wet feet under +their skirts. +</p> +<p> +By this time the stranger had come up to the +pool and stood gazing in amazement at the party +of young women. +</p> +<p> +“Well, for the love of Mike!” he exclaimed. +</p> +<p> +It was Jimmie Butler, one of the major’s +house party. +</p> +<p> +Then he caught sight of the pyramid of shoes +and stockings; his face broke into a smile and +he laughed so contagiously that everybody joined +in. Once more the enchanted pool was given +over to merriment. +</p> +<p> +“Where on earth did you come from?” demanded +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“And where have you been?” he echoed. +</p> +<p> +Whereupon everybody talked at once, until all +the adventures had been related. +</p> +<p> +“And you’re actually alive, after all these +hairbreadth escapes, and able to amuse yourselves +in this simple fashion?” gasped Jimmie +Butler. “Ladies, putting all joking aside, permit +me to compliment you on your amazing +nerve. I don’t think I ever met a really brave +woman before, and to be introduced to five at +once! Why, I feel as if I were at a meeting of +suffragettes!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91'></a>91</span> +</p> +<p> +“But how did you happen to be here?” repeated +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I’m just out for a morning stroll,” he +replied. “I came to see the haunted pool.” +</p> +<p> +“Just take another little stroll, for five minutes, +until we get on our shoes and stockings. +Then we’ll all go back to our home of canvas,” +said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +By the time they had reached the encampment +Bab had almost forgotten about the +strange face she had seen, and they were all +talking happily together about Ten Eyck Hall, +which, according to Jimmie Butler, was the finest +old house in that part of the country. +</p> +<p> +In the meantime the major himself had arrived +in his automobile, while the boys had ridden +over on horseback. When the others came +up, they found the chauffeur busily engaged in +repairing the tires of Ruth’s automobile. Miss +Stuart and Major Ten Eyck were deep in conversation, +while the Gypsies stood about in +groups, looking at the strangers indifferently. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Ruth,” said the major, after greetings +had been exchanged, “if you can run this machine, +suppose we start at once and leave my +chauffeur to follow with yours. You ladies +must be very hungry. We will have an early +luncheon.” +</p> +<p> +The girls said good-bye to the Gypsies and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span> +thanked them graciously. Ruth had tried to +compensate Granny Ann, but the old woman had +haughtily refused to accept a cent. +</p> +<p> +“A Gypsy takes nothing from his guest,” she +said, and Ruth was obliged to let the matter +drop. However, she made the old Gypsy promise +to bring her granddaughter over to see them +very soon, and as they disappeared down the +road, they saw Zerlina leaning against a tree, +watching them wistfully. +</p> +<p> +At last, the journey which had been so full +of peril and adventure was ended, and “The Automobile +Girls” arrived safely at Ten Eyck Hall. +</p> +<h2><a name='chIX' id='chIX'></a>CHAPTER IX—TEN EYCK HALL</h2> +<p> +Ten Eyck Hall, with its high-peaked +roofs, its rambling wings and innumerable +dormer windows, seemed to the four +girls the very home of romance. +</p> +<p> +It was an enormous house built of brick, +turned a faded pink, now, from age, which made +a delicate background for the heavy vines that +shaded the piazzas and balconies and clambered +up to the roof itself. +</p> +<p> +The handsome old master of this charming +house leaped to the ground as lightly as one of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span> +his nephews, the moment the automobile drew +up at the front door. Lifting his hat he made +a low, old-fashioned bow. +</p> +<p> +“Dear ladies,” he said, “you are as welcome +to my home as the flowers in spring!” Giving +his arm to Miss Stuart, he conducted her up the +front steps. The great double doors flew open +as if by magic, and the party filed into the vast +center hall, on each side of which stood the servants +of the household, headed by the butler and +his wife, the housekeeper. +</p> +<p> +“Dear me,” exclaimed Miss Sallie, “I feel as +if I were entering a baronial castle. Why did +you never tell me years ago you owned such a +fine place, John Ten Eyck?” +</p> +<p> +“Because I didn’t in those days, Sallie,” answered +the major. “There were several heirs +ahead of me then. But I always wanted you to +come and see it. Don’t you remember my +mother wrote and asked you to make us a visit? +But you were going abroad, that summer, and +couldn’t come.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, I was a very foolish girl,” replied +Miss Sallie. “But better late than never, John, +and it will be a pleasure to see the young people +enjoy themselves in this beautiful house.” +</p> +<p> +Some of the young people were already +plainly showing their delight and pleasure in the +visit. The major made a smiling gesture toward the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span> +four young girls, who, with arms +around each other’s waists, were strolling up the +great hall toward the fireplace at the far end, +pausing here and there to look at the fine old +portraits and curious carved cabinets and settees. +Many of the latter had been collected by +the major during his travels abroad. +</p> +<p> +“I feel like a princess in a castle, Major,” +called Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“And here comes one of the princes, my +dear,” answered the major, glancing up at the +broad staircase which occupied one side of the +hall. All eyes followed the direction of his gaze, +and an exclamation of surprise escaped the lips +of the automobilists. For there, on the landing +of the staircase, looking down at the little +group of people below as calmly as a real prince +might regard his subjects, was the motor cyclist. +</p> +<p> +“Why, it’s Mr. Martinez!” exclaimed Miss +Sallie. “How are you?” she said graciously, +as he descended the broad staircase. “We +had no idea you were a friend of the major’s, +too.” +</p> +<p> +“Nor had I, Madam,” replied the young man, +as he bowed low over Miss Stuart’s hand and +acknowledged the greetings of the girls. “I +did not know who Major Ten Eyck was when he +was stopping at the hotel, or I should have presented +my letter there. It was a surprise to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span> +find in him the same gentleman I had come down +to meet, and it is, indeed, a great pleasure and +surprise to meet you and the young ladies so +soon again.” +</p> +<p> +“Martinez is the son of an old friend of mine, +José Martinez of Madrid,” broke in the major. +“But how did you happen to meet him?” +</p> +<p> +Miss Stuart explained that he was the brave +young man who had saved them from the attack +of the drunken tramp. +</p> +<p> +“My dear José,” exclaimed the major, grasping +him cordially by the hand, “you were brave. +It was an act worthy of your father, and I can +say no more for you than that.” +</p> +<p> +The young man flushed, and for the first time +in their acquaintance showed signs of real embarrassment. +</p> +<p> +“It was nothing,” he said. “The man was +drunk and drunken men are easy to manage.” +</p> +<p> +“But he was not easy to manage,” exclaimed +Ruth. “He was a giant in size and strength.” +</p> +<p> +The young foreigner shrugged his shoulders +and the flush deepened on his face. +</p> +<p> +“Well, well,” laughed Major Ten Eyck, “we +won’t embarrass you any more by insisting on +your being a hero whether you will or no. Here +comes Mary to show you to your rooms, ladies. +You look as fresh as the morning, but after a +night spent in a Gypsy camp perhaps you would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span> +like to spruce up a bit before luncheon. Come +along, José, and let me show you my library. I +am very proud of my collection of Spanish +books. I want your opinion of them.” +</p> +<p> +The major waved his hand gallantly to the +five women who were following the housekeeper +up the carved oak staircase to the regions +above. +</p> +<p> +“Am I awake, or asleep?” asked Mollie. +“This whole morning has seemed like a dream, +and now this lovely old house——” +</p> +<p> +“And the lovely old major, in the lovely old +house,” added Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t he a dear!” pursued Mollie. “I wonder +if Miss Sallie is sorry now,” she continued +to herself. “If he were as gentle and charming +when he was young as he is now, I don’t +think I could have been cross with him, ever.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile, Barbara was saying to Miss Stuart: +</p> +<p> +“No; we never told Mr. Martinez where we +were going, or mentioned the major’s name, so +of course he had no way of knowing that we +were coming here. It is curious, though,” she +went on thoughtfully, “our meeting him here. +I wonder when he arrived?” +</p> +<p> +“Yesterday, I suppose,” replied Miss Sallie. +“Or it may have been this morning. However, +it doesn’t make any difference. I am glad, at +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span> +least, that a friend of ours can show him some +hospitality in return for his courageous act.” +</p> +<p> +By this time they had reached the top of the +stairs and had a glimpse of another hall corresponding +to the one below, at one end of which +was a great casement window with a broad +cushioned window-seat under it. The other end, +where the stairs turned, was lighted by an enormous +stained glass window. +</p> +<p> +Little exclamations of rapture escaped the +girls as they tripped over the softly carpeted +floors to their rooms, which were on the left side +of the hall. Opposite were the major’s rooms, +so Mary explained, while the young men were +all quartered in the right wing except Mr. Martinez, +who had a room at the end of the hall on +the same side as the major’s suite. +</p> +<p> +“I could live and die in a house like this, and +never want to leave it,” cried Bab, her eyes +sparkling with pleasure as Mary opened the door +leading to the room that had been assigned to +Ruth and her. +</p> +<p> +They could have a room apiece, if they wished +it, the housekeeper said, but when it was discovered +that this would necessitate two of the girls +taking rooms in the right wing, many passages +and corridors away from the others, all said they +would rather share the rooms on the main hall. +Mary looked somewhat relieved at this. It was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span> +evident she was not in favor of the right wing +for the girls, either; although she did not explain +her reasons. +</p> +<p> +In the large old-fashioned bedrooms, hung +with chintz curtains and furnished with mahogany +that would have been the joy of the antique +dealers, were already placed the boxes and +satchels of the automobilists. Two neat housemaids +were engaged in unpacking their things +and placing them in the drawers of the massive +highboys and wardrobes. +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” exclaimed Ruth, giving her friend an +affectionate little shake, “this is worth two highwaymen +and a night in a Gypsy camp. I feel as +if I were in an English country house. I feel we +are going to have a perfectly wonderful time. +And, somehow, the young Spaniard adds muchly +to the whole thing. He seems to belong in the +midst of carved oak and Persian rugs, doesn’t +he, Barbara, dear? As he stood on those steps +he looked like an old Spanish portrait. All he +needed was a velvet cape, a sword and a +plumed hat.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, that seems a good deal to complete the +picture, considering he was wearing an ordinary +pepper and salt suit,” observed Barbara. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe you like Senor José Martinez,” +said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes I do,” replied the other. “I like +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span> +him and I don’t like him. His eyes are just a +bit too close together, and still he is very handsome. +But give me time, give me time. I don’t +enjoy having my likes hurried along like this. +If he can play tennis, ride horseback and dance +as well as he can knock down a tramp, he will +be a perfect paragon among men. Look here, +Ruth,” she continued, exploring the various +closets, “do you know we have a bathroom all to +ourselves? Did you say that Major Ten Eyck +was poor when Miss Sallie threw him over?” +</p> +<p> +“Well, he wasn’t rich at that time,” replied +Ruth; “that is, not according to Aunt Sallie’s +ideas, but since then, she tells me, an uncle has +left him lots of money.” +</p> +<p> +“Now, for a bath!” cried Barbara, as she +turned the water on in the tub. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t use too much of it,” called Ruth. “I +never saw a country house where the water +didn’t run short, no matter how grand a place it +was. Remember the drought, Bab, and leave a +little for your fainting friend.” +</p> +<p> +The girls had barely time to bathe and dress, +when a deep gong sounded in the hall. The five +automobilists, refreshed by their belated baths, +and dainty in crisp ducks and muslins, filed down +the great staircase at the sound. Miss Stuart, +in a lavender organdie, her white hair piled on +top of her head, led the procession. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100'></a>100</span> +</p> +<p> +The major, waiting for them at the foot of +the steps, smiled rather sadly as he watched the +charming picture. The five young men grouped +together at the end of the hall, came forward +at sight of the ladies. Three of them at least +were rather shy in their greetings, especially +the English boy, Alfred Marsdale, who was only +seventeen and still afraid of American girls. +Stephen and Martin Ten Eyck, boys of sixteen +and seventeen, were also rather green in the society +of girls. They had no sisters and their +vacations had been spent either at Ten Eyck +Hall or out West on their father’s ranch. And +an avalanche of four pretty, vivacious young +women, advancing upon them in this way, was +enough to make them tongue-tied for the moment. +Jimmie Butler, who was nineteen and +had seen a deal of life all over the world with +his mother, a well-to-do widow, was proof +against embarrassment, and the young Spaniard +also seemed perfectly at his ease. +</p> +<p> +“Come along, young people,” said the major, +giving his arm to Miss Sallie and leading the +way to the dining room. +</p> +<p> +Soon they were all gayly chatting at an immense, +round table of black oak, so highly polished +that it reflected the silver and china +and the faces of the guests in its shining +board. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span> +</p> +<p> +“Miss Barbara,” said the major, “suppose +you let us have a history of the attempt at robbery? +Since it was your courage and presence +of mind that drove the robber away you ought +to be the one to give the most connected account. +Miss Stuart tells me that he was a giant with a +deep bass voice, but that the sight of a pistol +made him cut and run like a rabbit. You have +not heard, José,” continued the major, turning +to Martinez, “that our ladies were in danger of +being robbed last night and would have been +but for Miss Barbara, who drove off the robber +with a pistol?” +</p> +<p> +“Is it possible?” replied José, looking at +Barbara with admiration. “But there must be +a great many robbers in this country. Almost +as numerous as in the mountains of my own +country. And what was the appearance of the +robber, may I ask, Miss Thurston? Was he +again a tramp?” +</p> +<p> +“He was not a giant,” answered Barbara. +“He struck me as being rather short and very +slender, so slender that it made him appear taller +than he was. His voice was curious. I could +not describe it, and I think really it was disguised. +He spoke only a few times. He wore +a mask that completely covered his face, and a +slouch hat, so there was no telling what his hair +was like; but he gave me the impression of being dark. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span> +I think he was a coward, because he +ran so fast when I pointed the pistol at him.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you suppose he’s hiding in the woods +now, Major?” asked Mollie. “We were walking +there all morning, but we had nothing to be +robbed of.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, he is probably running still,” replied +the major. “But what is quite plain to me is +that it was somebody who knew you expected +to make the trip. This robber had evidently +prepared beforehand for the attack. He had +chopped holes in the bridge, painted the sign, +fastened the ropes across, and had arranged the +whole thing during the morning. But he had +not reckoned on your little pistol, Miss Barbara, +had he? Ah, you are a brave girl, my dear, +and they tell me that this is only one among +many acts of heroism of yours.” +</p> +<p> +Barbara blushed. +</p> +<p> +“I am sure any of the others would have done +the same thing, Major, if Mr. Stuart had given +them the pistol.” +</p> +<p> +“Do the ladies in America carry firearms?” +asked Alfred Marsdale, looking from one to +another in a hesitating, embarrassed way. +</p> +<p> +“Why, certainly, Alfred, my boy,” replied +Jimmie Butler. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous, +in this country, for a woman to walk on +the streets unarmed unless she is dressed like +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103'></a>103</span> +a suffragette? And then she doesn’t need a pistol +to make people run from her.” +</p> +<p> +“Now, you’re joking, Jimmie,” said Alfred. +</p> +<p> +At which everybody laughed until they all felt +that they had known each other much longer +than just a few hours. +</p> +<p> +“While I think of it,” observed the major, “I +have only one request to make of my guests, +and that may seem like a very inhospitable one, +but you will all understand, I know. Don’t be +too lavish with the water.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth and Barbara looked at each other and +smiled. +</p> +<p> +“I mean,” continued the major, “don’t fill the +tubs to the brim. A hand’s depth is the allowance; +or we shall be high and dry without any +water and no prospect of any unless a rain +comes. This interminable drought has dried up +every brook on the place and the cisterns are +lower than they have ever been before. We +keep one cistern always full—not so much in +case of drought as in case of fire; it might be +needed some day.” +</p> +<p> +They all promised to bathe in what Jimmie +Butler called “two-fingers of water.” +</p> +<p> +“If the water gives out,” said Jimmie, “we’ll +beautify our complexions by bathing in milk. +I think I need a lotion for a delicate skin, anyhow.” +Jimmie’s nose was a mass of freckles. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span> +</p> +<p> +“You would have to have your face peeled, +Jimmie,” said Stephen, “before you could call +it delicate.” +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me,” replied Jimmie, “my indelicate +skin then.” +</p> +<p> +“I have not made any plans for your entertainment +this afternoon, young ladies,” the +major was saying. “Miss Stuart is determined +that you must lie down and sleep off the effects +of the Gypsy camp. But to-morrow we shall +have a picnic to make up for it, and Miss Ruth +may take her tea basket, since we have none in +this household.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m not a bit tired now,” said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Neither are we,” echoed the other girls as +they rose from the table. +</p> +<p> +“Well, suppose we make a compromise,” said +the major, “by showing you over the house? +After that sleep must be your portion, eh, Sallie?” +</p> +<p> +“It must, indeed,” replied that lady firmly, +and all adjourned to the library. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span><a name='chX' id='chX'></a>CHAPTER X—AN ATTIC MYSTERY</h2> +<p> +The library of Ten Eyck Hall was, to +Bab, the most beautiful of all the rooms. +The walls were literally lined with +books from floor to ceiling, and there were little +galleries halfway up for the convenience of getting +books that were too high to reach from the +floor. Big leather chairs and couches were scattered +about and heavy curtains seemed to conceal +entrances to mysterious doors and passages +leading off somewhere into the depths of the old +house. +</p> +<p> +“This is just the place for a secret door or a +staircase in the wall,” exclaimed Grace. +</p> +<p> +“There is a secret door, I believe, in this very +room,” replied the major; “but it is really a +secret, for the location was lost long ago and +nobody has ever been able to find it since.” +</p> +<p> +“How interesting!” said Ruth. “Can’t you +thump the walls and locate it by a hollow +sound?” +</p> +<p> +“But, even if you discovered a hollow sound, +you wouldn’t know how to open the door,” said +Martin. +</p> +<p> +“Press a panel, my boy. That is all that is +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span> +necessary,” replied Jimmie. “With a wild +shriek Lady Gwendolyn rushed through the +portals of the lofty chamber. With trembling +hands she pressed a panel in the wainscot. Instantly +it flew back and disclosed a secret passage. +Another instant and she had disappeared. +The panel was restored to its place and Sir +Marmanduke and her pursuers were foiled.” +</p> +<p> +All this, the irrepressible Jimmie had acted +out with wild gesticulations. +</p> +<p> +They all laughed except Alfred Marsdale, who +stood looking at Jimmie in a dazed sort of way. +</p> +<p> +“Wake up, Al, old man! What’s the matter +with you?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, nothing,” replied Alfred, “I was only +wondering where I had read that before.” +</p> +<p> +There was another laugh, and the major led +the way to the red drawing room. It had been +the ball room in the old days. +</p> +<p> +“It’s a long time,” observed the major, “since +anyone has danced on these floors.” +</p> +<p> +The room took its name, evidently, from the +red damask hangings and upholstering of the +furniture. The walls were paneled in white and +gold and there was a grand piano at one end. +</p> +<p> +“We’ll have to take turn about playing,” said +Ruth. “Grace and I each play a little.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Jimmie can play,” replied Martin. “Is +there anything Jimmie can’t do?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span> +</p> +<p> +“Jimmie, you’re a brick,” said Alfred. +</p> +<p> +Back of the red drawing room was another +smaller room which, the major said, had always +been called a morning parlor, but it had been a +favorite room of the family when he was a +young man, and had been used as a gathering +place in the evening as well as after breakfast. +</p> +<p> +“This is the prettiest room of all, I think,” +observed Mollie. +</p> +<p> +And it was certainly the most cheerful, with +its brightly flowered chintz curtains and shining +mahogany chairs and tables. +</p> +<p> +After that came a billiard room, a small den +used as a smoking room, and a breakfast room. +</p> +<p> +“Who wants to see the attic?” said Martin. +</p> +<p> +“We all do?” came in a chorus from the young +people. +</p> +<p> +“Now, girls,” protested Miss Sallie, “remember +you were to take your rest this afternoon.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, we shan’t be up there long,” said Martin. +“We promise you to bring them back in +time for the beauty sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” answered Miss Sallie; “go along +with you. It’s very hard to be strict, Major. +Don’t you find it so!” +</p> +<p> +“I never even tried the experiment, Sallie,” +replied the gentle old soldier, “because I always +found it harder on me than on the boys. It’s +really a certain sort of selfishness on my part, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span> +I suppose. Cut along now, boys, and don’t keep +the girls from their rest too long.” +</p> +<p> +The pilgrimage started up the great front +staircase, led by Martin and his older brother, +who together had made many excursions to the +attic and knew the way by heart. +</p> +<p> +On the second floor the explorers followed a +passage that led to another flight of stairs, and +this in turn to another passage, and finally to +one last narrow flight of steps with a mysterious +door at the top. +</p> +<p> +“This reminds me of the House of Usher,” +said Jimmie, “only it goes up instead of down. +Can’t you imagine all these doors opening and +closing, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs, +down, down?” +</p> +<p> +Just then Martin opened the door and a gust +of wind blew in their faces. Something flashed +past that almost made the whole party fall backwards +down the steps. +</p> +<p> +Mollie gave a little shriek. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be frightened,” said José, who was +standing just behind her. “It is only a bird.” +</p> +<p> +“Somebody must have left the window open,” +exclaimed Stephen in surprise. “I wonder who +it was? The servants are afraid to come up +here. They believe it is haunted. Lights have +been seen at midnight, shining through some of +these windows, and the only persons who are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span> +not afraid are the housekeeper and the butler, +who come twice a year, and clean out the dust.” +</p> +<p> +The young people found themselves in a vast +attic whose edges were hidden by dense shadows. +The center was lighted by dormer windows, here +and there, that gleamed like so many eyes from +the high sloping roof. Scattered about were all +sorts of odds and ends of antiquated furniture, +chests of drawers, hair trunks, carved boxes and +spinning wheels. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t this great!” cried Jimmie Butler. +“Just the place for handsprings,” and he began +to turn somersaults like a professional, +while the girls looked on delighted. +</p> +<p> +“Stop that, Jim,” protested Stephen. “You’ll +get yourself filthy and break your neck into the +bargain. You are much too old for such child’s +play. You’ll have rush of blood to the head and +strain a nerve, and heaven knows you’ve got +enough to strain.” +</p> +<p> + “‘In my youth, Father William replied to his son,<br /> + I feared it would injure the brain,<br /> + But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none;<br /> + Why, I do it again and again!’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +sang Jimmie as he wheeled over the floor toward +a partition wall which cut off one end of the +great room. Over and over he circled, without +looking where he was going, until suddenly, bang, +his heels hit against the wall. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110'></a>110</span> +</p> +<p> +There was a curious grating noise, a creaking +of rafters, and before their amazed eyes the +wall slid along and disclosed another attic as +large as the first. +</p> +<p> +Jimmie was so bewildered he forgot to pull +himself up from the dusty floor, and lay with +his head propped against an old trunk looking +across the enormous space. +</p> +<p> +Then everybody began talking at once. +</p> +<p> +“This looks to me like smugglers,” cried Alfred. +“I was in an old house in England, +where there was the same sort of wall, only not +so large.” +</p> +<p> +“And look,” called Bab, “there are footsteps +in the dust. Who could have been here lately, +to have left those marks. Do you see? They +come from over there in the right hand corner.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, is it not curious,” replied José, “that +they are going away from the wall and not approaching +it? He must have walked out of the +wall. Perhaps there is a secret door there, too.” +</p> +<p> +They rushed across pell mell, and began +thumping the walls, but nothing happened. +</p> +<p> +“I say, Stephen,” said Martin, “do you suppose +we had smugglers in our family?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” answered Stephen. “They +managed to keep it secret if they had.” +</p> +<p> +“I’d like to be a smuggler,” cried Martin. +“There would be some excitement in life then. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span> +But how did you manage to do it, Jimmie? You +are always having things happen to you.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” replied Jimmie. “I must +have kicked the panel that worked the spring. +Let’s see if we can move it back again. Here’s +the place in the floor,” and bending over he +pressed on a sliding board in the floor. Instantly +the wall began slipping back in place. +The others leaped back into the first attic, and +in a moment the partition had fitted itself as +snugly as if it never had been moved. +</p> +<p> +“All is as if it never had been,” exclaimed +Jimmie. “Now let’s find the place I kicked.” +</p> +<p> +But try as they would, no one could locate the +spot again. +</p> +<p> +“Well, of all that’s curious and mysterious!” +said Stephen. “Jimmie, go and turn a few +more wheels and see if it happens again.” +</p> +<p> +Jimmie did as he was bade, and kicked the +wall vociferously from one end to the other but +it never budged an inch. +</p> +<p> +In the meantime, Martin and the girls were +diving into some old trunks and carved chests +which were filled with clothes of another date, +old-fashioned silks and dimities that had been +worn by the major’s grandmother and aunts. +</p> +<p> +“There is a trunkful of men’s things, too,” +called Stephen, leaving the sliding partition, to +join in the rummage. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span> +</p> +<p> +“I say, girls,” cried Jimmie, “wouldn’t it be +fun to give a fancy dress party some day, and +surprise the major and Miss Stuart?” +</p> +<p> +“How delightful!” exclaimed the girls in one +voice. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, pshaw!” said Martin, disgusted. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I say now, Jimmie, what a beastly +idea!” exclaimed Alfred, equally disgusted. +</p> +<p> +“Come on, fellows; don’t throw cold water +on the scheme if the girls like it,” put in Stephen. +</p> +<p> +And so the party was arranged. +</p> +<p> +All this time José had never left the partition, +but had kept up a continuous thumping to find +the sliding panel. +</p> +<p> +“Everybody take a hand, and we will carry +down everything we can find, and then we +won’t have to make another trip,” called +Stephen. “Come, José, we’re going to dress up. +You’ll have to be a pirate. Here’s a red sash +and a three cornered hat that will just suit your +style.” +</p> +<p> +So saying, the cavalcade departed from the +dark old attic, laden with spoils. +</p> +<p> +“If this is to be a surprise on uncle and Miss +Stuart, we had better hide the things, hadn’t +we?” observed Martin, who was very cautious +and always thought ahead, once he had decided +to do a thing. +</p> +<p> +“Very well. We’ll let Mary take charge of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span> +them and divide them later,” replied Stephen. +“You had better go take your naps now, girls,” +he added in a whisper, “or we’ll have the old +lady and gentleman on our necks.” +</p> +<p> +The young people separated, the boys taking +a corridor leading to the left wing, the girls +following the main hall. Bab left the others and +started downstairs. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll be right back,” she called. “I left my +handkerchief in the library.” +</p> +<p> +She confessed to herself, as she descended the +stairs, that she was rather tired. The excitement +of the two past days, her uncomfortable +bed made of a steamer rug spread on the ground, +the night before, and finally the close, dusty air +of the attic had combined to give her a headache +and a feeling of extreme weariness. +</p> +<p> +When she reached the cool, darkened library, +she sat down for a moment in one of the big +chairs and closed her eyes. It was very restful +in there. The sun had left that side of the +house in the shade and the room with its heavy +hangings, its dark leather furniture and rich +rugs was full of shadows. +</p> +<p> +She was almost asleep, a slender little figure +in a great armchair of carved black oak. Her +head dropped to one side and her eyes closed, +when she was awakened with a start by a +draught of cold air. One of the curtains next +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span> +the book shelves bulged out for a moment and +Barbara’s eyes were fastened on a long, white +hand that drew them aside. Then a face she +had seen in the wood looked from around the +curtain. The eyes met hers, and again that +strange, childlike look of sorrow and amazement +filled them. +</p> +<p> +A dizziness came over Barbara. She closed +her eyes for a moment, and, when she opened +them again, the face, or phantom, or whatever +it was, had gone. +</p> +<p> +Holding her breath to keep from crying out, +Barbara ran from the room as fast as her +trembling knees could carry her. In the hall +she met José. He looked at her curiously. +</p> +<p> +“Mademoiselle, have you seen a ghost?” he +asked as he stood aside to let her pass. +</p> +<p> +She was afraid to answer, for fear of bursting +into tears. +</p> +<p> +“I am sorry,” he continued. “Has anything +really happened?” +</p> +<p> +But still she refused to speak, and ran up the +stairs. +</p> +<p> +He turned and went into the library, closing +the door after him. +</p> +<p> +There was a queer little smile on his face. +Perhaps he, too, had seen the old man and understood +her look of terror. +</p> +<p> +By the time she reached her room, Bab had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span> +regained her self-composure, and had again determined +to say nothing about the adventure. +It would only frighten the girls and take away +from the pleasure of the visit. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXI' id='chXI'></a>CHAPTER XI—JOSÉ HAS AN ENEMY</h2> +<p> + “I like them all, the pretty girls,<br /> + I like them all whether dark or fair,<br /> + But above the rest, I like the best<br /> + The girl with the golden hair!”<br /> +</p> +<p> +rang out the charming tenor voice of José, while +he thrummed a delightful accompaniment on the +piano. +</p> +<p> +Dinner was over, and the major, and his guests +were sitting in the moonlight on the broad piazza. +Windows and doors were stretched as +wide as possible; the curtains in the red drawing +room were drawn back and José was entertaining +the company. +</p> +<p> +“I sing it translated,” he called, as he finished +the song, “that it may be understood.” +</p> +<p> +Whereupon Jimmie winked at Stephen, and +looked at Mollie; the major smiled indulgently, +and the others were all more or less conscious +that Spaniards always liked blond girls because +they were so rare in Spain. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116'></a>116</span> +</p> +<p> +Mollie herself, however, was unconscious +that she was being sung about. She was looking +out across the moonlit stretches of lawn and +meadows, her little hands folded placidly in her +lap. +</p> +<p> +“Do you dance as well as sing, Mr. Martinez?” +she asked in her high, sweet voice. +</p> +<p> +“I can dance, yes,” replied José, “but I like +best dancing with another. I do not like to +dance alone.” +</p> +<p> +“But there is no one else here who dances +Spanish fancy dances, is there?” demanded Miss +Sallie. +</p> +<p> +There was a silence. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t all speak at once,” cried Jimmie. “I +will play for you, José, if you will try dancing +alone,” he added. “I am afraid we can’t help +you in any of your Spanish dances.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” replied José. “I will, then, try +a dance of the Basque country, if Madamoiselle +Mollie will be so kind as to lend me her scarf. +I must have a hat also.” +</p> +<p> +He disappeared through the window and returned +in a moment with a broad-brimmed felt +hat he had found in the hall. Mollie handed +him her pink scarf with a border of wild roses, +and walking composedly up to the end of the +long piazza he stood perfectly still, waiting for +the music to begin. Jimmie struck up a Spanish +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span> +dance with the sound of castanets in the +bass. +</p> +<p> +“How’s that for a tune?” he called out. +</p> +<p> +“Very good, very good,” answered José. +Then he started the strange dance while the +others watched spellbound. +</p> +<p> +The boys, who had been rather scornful of a +man’s dancing fancy dances, confessed afterwards +that there was nothing effeminate in +José’s dancing, no pirouetting and twisting on +one toe like Jimmie Butler’s one accomplishment +in ballet-dancing. They gathered that it +was a sort of bullbaiting dance. It began with +a series of advances and retreats, with a +springy step always in time to the throb of the +music. +</p> +<p> +The young Spaniard was very graceful and +lithe. He seemed to have forgotten that he was +on the piazza of foreigners in a strange country. +The dance grew quicker and quicker. Suddenly +he drew a long curved dagger from his +belt and made a lunge at some imaginary obstacle, +probably the bull he was baiting. +</p> +<p> +Bab, who was nearest the dancer, rose to her +feet quickly, and then sat down rather limply. +</p> +<p> +“The knife, the knife!” she said to herself. +“It is the highwayman’s knife!” +</p> +<p> +And now the handsome dancer was kneeling +at Mollie’s feet offering her the scarf. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span> +</p> +<p> +He had risen and was bowing to the company, +when whir-r-r! something had whizzed past his +head, just scratched his forehead and then +planted itself in the wooden frame of the window +behind him. +</p> +<p> +Was Barbara dreaming; or had she lost her +senses? +</p> +<p> +The knife in the wall was the same, or +exactly like the knife José had been using in the +dance. +</p> +<p> +In a moment everything was in wild confusion. +</p> +<p> +“Go into the house, ladies!” commanded the +major. +</p> +<p> +The four boys leaped from the piazza, to run +down the assassin, so they thought, but the figure +vaguely outlined for an instant in the shadows +of the trees, was as completely hidden as if the +earth had opened and swallowed it up. +</p> +<p> +José, in a big chair in the drawing room, was +being ministered to by Miss Sallie and the girls, +while the major, with a glass of water, was standing +over him on one side and the housekeeper, +on the other, was binding his head with a linen +handkerchief. +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i004' id='i004'></a> +<img src="images/illus-120.jpg" alt="Whir-r-r! Something Whizzed Past His Head." title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>Whir-r-r! Something Whizzed Past His Head.</span> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span></div> +<p> +“Major,” Miss Sallie was saying, “this country +is full of assassins and robbers. I believe +we shall all be murdered in our beds. I am +really terribly frightened. We have had nothing +but attacks since we left New York. And, +now, this poor young man is in danger. Who +could it have been, do you suppose, and what +good did it do to hurl a knife into the midst of a +perfectly harmless company like that!” +</p> +<p> +“The country is a little wild, Sallie,” replied +the major apologetically, “but I have never +heard of anything like this happening before. +Of course, there are highwaymen everywhere. +There are those Gypsies in the forest. Perhaps +it was one of them.” +</p> +<p> +Just then the boys returned, and the attention +of the others was distracted from José, who still +sat quietly, his lips pressed together. +</p> +<p> +Barbara, who had been standing a little way +off, turned to him quickly. +</p> +<p> +“The knife?” she asked, but stopped without +finishing, for José had fixed her glance with a +look of such appeal that she could say no more. +</p> +<p> +“By the way,” observed Jimmie Butler, +“where is the knife?” +</p> +<p> +“Sticking in the wall of course,” replied +Stephen. +</p> +<p> +The two boys ran out on the piazza, but returned +empty-handed. +</p> +<p> +“Mystery of mysteries!” cried Jimmie, +“the knife is gone!” +</p> +<p> +“It is impossible,” exclaimed the major. +“We have not left this room. We could see +anyone who came upon the piazza.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span> +</p> +<p> +“Well, it’s gone,” said Jimmie. “While you +were nursing José, somebody must have crept up +and got it.” +</p> +<p> +“Good heavens!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. +“Do you mean to say that the murderer has been +that close to us again? Do close those windows +and draw the curtains.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, do so,” said the major. “Mary,” he +continued to the housekeeper, who was entering +at that moment with a basin of water, “I wish +you would have all the men on the place sent +to me. Some of them may be asleep, but wake +them up. We shall scour every part of the +estate to-night. If there’s anybody hiding +around here we shall rout him out.” +</p> +<p> +Mary hurried off to deliver her orders, while +the boys ran to their rooms to get on tennis +shoes and collect various weapons. +</p> +<p> +“I am sorry José was scratched,” Martin confided +to Alfred, “but—well, this is pretty good +sport, old man. Don’t you think so?” +</p> +<p> +“By Jove, it is,” replied Alfred with enthusiasm. +“If that assassin should leap at us in the +dark I should like to give him a nip with this +shillalah. What a beastly coward he was to attack +a man when his back was turned!” +</p> +<p> +And with that, he waved a big knotted club, +one of Stephen’s possessions, around his head, +and glared ferociously. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span> +</p> +<p> +“Come on, boys,” called Stephen. “We +haven’t a moment to lose. The man will be +well away if we don’t hurry. We are going +to ride in twos and divide the place in sections.” +</p> +<p> +In another ten minutes a company of horsemen +rode off in the moonlight, two by two, while +the frightened maid-servants locked and barred +the house doors and windows. +</p> +<p> +José had begged to be allowed to go along, +but the major had silenced him by saying that +Miss Sallie and the girls needed a protector, and +that under the circumstances it was better for +him to stay at home and look after them. Even +the old major was rather enjoying the zest of +a man-hunt, and his eyes flashed with a new fire +under his grizzled eyebrows. +</p> +<p> +But nothing happened and the assassin remained +at large. The hunters scoured the +country, searched the forest on the outskirts of +the Ten Eyck estate, and woke the sleeping +Gypsies to demand what they knew. The Gypsies +knew nothing, and at midnight the horsemen +returned. +</p> +<p> +The house was silent. Everyone had gone +to bed except José, who sat in the library listening +for every sound that creaked through the old +place. He met Major Ten Eyck and the boys +at the front door, holding a candle high and peering +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span> +anxiously into the dark to see what quarry +they had brought home. +</p> +<p> +And, when he saw they had no prisoner bound +to the horse with the ropes that the major had +ordered his man to take along, a look of strange +relief came into the Spaniard’s face. He +breathed a deep sigh, smiled as he thanked them, +said good-night and went up the broad stairway +with the same smile still clinging to his lips. +</p> +<p> +In the meantime Bab was stretched out beside +the sleeping Ruth, wide awake, going over +the events of that tumultuous day. +</p> +<p> +She felt that these events had no connection +with each other, and yet deep down in her inner +consciousness she was searching for the link that +bound all the strange happenings together. She +was not quite sure now whether she had seen the +face in the library or not. She had been so +tired and hot. It might, after all, have been a +dream. But the footsteps in the dust on the attic +floor, coming from the wall, what of them? +</p> +<p> +And last, though most strange and mysterious +of all, the two daggers? José had been saved +just in time from the stigma of suspicion by the +appearance of the other dagger, for, in the moment +she had seen the two, Bab had realized they +were absolutely alike. +</p> +<p> +She could not believe José was a highwayman, +and yet there were certain things that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span> +looked very black. It was true he had not +known where they were going, but she imagined +he could have found it out. +</p> +<p> +Was it his figure she had seen behind the curtain +that morning, listening? Whoever it was +heard the exact route of their trip, with explicit +directions from the major. Undoubtedly, Bab +believed, the eavesdropper was the highwayman. +</p> +<p> +Furthermore, what did they know about José? +It is true he had come bearing credentials, but +such things were easily fixed up by experts, and +the major was a simple old fellow who never +doubted anybody until he had to. +</p> +<p> +On the other hand, José had every appearance +of being a gentleman. He had proved himself to +be brave by knocking down the tramp twice his +size at Sleepy Hollow. There was an air of +sincerity about him which she could not fail to +recognize. He was graceful and charming. +Everybody liked him, even those who had been +inclined to feel prejudiced at first. +</p> +<p> +Would the Spaniard have dared to use the +same dagger in the dance that he had used to +slash their tires with? It was assuredly amazingly +reckless, and yet he might have trusted to +the darkness and risked it. +</p> +<p> +But the look he gave her when she started to +speak of the twin daggers! What could that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span> +have meant? Was he trying to shield his own +enemy? +</p> +<p> +Should she speak to the major or should she +say nothing? +</p> +<p> +On the whole, Barbara thought it would be +better to keep quiet for a day or two. It might +be that Miss Sallie would insist on taking them +away after this last attack; but she believed +Ruth’s and the major’s prayers would prevail, +and that they would all stay through the visit. +</p> +<p> +They had planned so many delightful parties +it seemed a shame to break up on the very first +day of their visit. And, after all, Miss Sallie +had a great tenderness for the major, a tenderness +lasting through thirty years. +</p> +<p> +Then Barbara dropped off to sleep, and in the +old house only one other soul was still awake +as the clock in the hall chimed the hour of two. +</p> +<p> +In his room, by the light of a flickering candle, +José sat examining the dagger that had so +baffled Bab’s curiosity. On his face was an expression +of sorrow and bitterness that would certainly +have aroused her pity had she seen him +that moment. At last he shook his head hopelessly, +muttered something in Spanish, and blew +out the candle. +</p> +<p> +But before getting into bed he picked up the +dagger again. +</p> +<p> +“Even in America,” he said in English, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> +“even in this far country it is the same. But I +will not endure it,” he muttered. “It is too +much!” +</p> +<p> +Putting his dagger under the pillow, he crept +to bed. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXII' id='chXII'></a>CHAPTER XII—NOSEGAYS AND TENNIS</h2> +<p> +The household was late in pulling itself +together next morning. At half-past +nine, Mary and her husband, John, +had carried trays of coffee and rolls to the rooms +of the guests, informing them, at the same time, +that luncheon would be served at half-past +twelve. +</p> +<p> +Mollie and Grace, in dressing gowns and +slippers, had carried their trays into the room +shared by Ruth and Barbara. Miss Sallie had +followed, looking so charming in her lavender +silk wrapper, elaborately trimmed with lace and +ribbons that all the girls had exclaimed with +admiration; which put the lady in a very good +humor at the outset. Who does not like to be +complimented, especially in the early morning +when one is not apt to feel at one’s best? +</p> +<p> +To add to the gayety of the company there +was a knock on the door, which, when opened, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span> +disclosed John bearing a large tray of flowers, +a small nosegay for each of the girls and a +large bunch of dewy sweet peas for Miss Sallie, +all with the major’s compliments. +</p> +<p> +“What a man he is!” she cried. “He disarms +me with his bunches of flowers just as I +was about to tell him something very disagreeable. +I really don’t see how I can do it.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, please don’t, auntie, dear!” exclaimed +Ruth. “I know what it is. We all do. But if +we broke up the party, and went trailing off +home, now that the worst is over, it wouldn’t do +anybody much good, and think of what a beautiful +time we would be missing. To tell you the +truth, auntie, we are just dying to stay. In +spite of everything we are. Aren’t we, girls?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, indeed,” came in a chorus from the +other three girls, a little faintly from Bab perhaps, +but very eagerly from Mollie and Grace. +</p> +<p> +“Well, we’ll see,” replied Miss Sallie. “But +it does seem to me that this trip has started off +very badly. Three attacks in as many days.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s true,” said Ruth. “Yet by the magic +Rule of Three we should have no more. We +have finished now and the curse is lifted.” +</p> +<p> +“When Mollie’s old Gypsy comes over we +must ask her to tell a few things,” observed +Grace. “I believe she really can predict the +future. That night when you and Bab had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span> +gone with the Gypsies to get the automobile I +asked her if she told fortunes, and all she said +was: ‘I can tell when there is blood on the +moon.’” +</p> +<p> +“What a horrible idea!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. +“Weren’t you frightened?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I wasn’t frightened, because she seemed +to have forgotten me entirely. I really thought, +at the time, she must be talking about her own +affairs. She looked so black and fierce.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps she meant José’s blood,” remarked +Mollie from behind her nosegay of honeysuckle +and mignonette. +</p> +<p> +“Well, there wasn’t much of it,” replied Bab, +“because José received only a scratch, and lost +scarcely any blood. It was a close shave, +though. Just half an inch nearer and it would +have gone straight through his head.” +</p> +<p> +“He seems to be a very remarkable young +man,” said Miss Sallie. “Did you notice he +never said one word? Just sat there as quietly +as if nothing had happened.” +</p> +<p> +“He was thinking,” answered Barbara. “But +of course most people would have been too +frightened to think. Did you notice the knife?” +she ventured. +</p> +<p> +But nobody had, evidently. They had all +been too excited and horror-struck at the time +to have noticed anything. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span> +</p> +<p> +“I saw it was a knife, and that was all,” said +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“I never saw a man dance before,” observed +Mollie, as if following aloud a train of thoughts +she had been pursuing while the others talked. +“I was almost sorry he said he would, but when +I saw what kind of dancing it was I was glad. It +was really and truly a man’s dance. I think it +must have been a toreador’s dance, don’t you?” +</p> +<p> +“Something like this,” said Ruth, using a +towel for a scarf and a comb for a dagger. +“And, by the way,” she continued, pausing as +she pranced around the room, “how did he happen +to have a dagger so handy!” +</p> +<p> +“That’s because he is a Spaniard, my dear,” +remarked Miss Sallie. “These foreigners carry +anything from dynamite bombs to carving +knives. They are always murdering and slashing +one another.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps,” cried Mollie, excitedly, “it was +the Black Hand that tried to kill him.” +</p> +<p> +The others all laughed. +</p> +<p> +“Really, Mollie,” cried Miss Sallie, “don’t +add any more horrors to the situation. We are +already surrounded by Gypsies, and tramps and +assassins.” +</p> +<p> +“But protected, Aunt Sallie, dear,” protested +Ruth, “protected by five ‘gintlemin frinds,’ as +Irish Nora used to say.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129'></a>129</span> +</p> +<p> +“Well, dress yourselves now,” said Miss Stuart, +making for the door with her silken draperies +trailing after her. “And remember, Ruth, +dear, if your father scolds us for staying I shall +lay all the blame on you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I will manage Dad,” replied Ruth. +</p> +<p> +When the two girls were left alone they did +not speak for a little while. Barbara, who was +sitting on the floor near the window with her +head propped against a pillow, closed her eyes, +and for a moment Ruth thought she was asleep. +A breeze laden with the perfume of the honeysuckle +vines stirred the curtain. Barbara +took in a deep breath, opened her eyes and +sat up. +</p> +<p> +“Ruth,” she said, “do you know, the smell of +the honeysuckles gives me the queerest sensation? +I feel as if I had been here before, once +long ago, ever so long. I can’t remember when, +and of course I haven’t been, but isn’t it curious? +These old rooms are as familiar to me as +if I had lived in them. I believe I could find +my way blindfolded around the house.” +</p> +<p> +“I should like to see you try it,” replied Ruth, +“especially when you struck one of those back +passages that lead off into nowhere in particular. +But you are tired, Bab, dear,” continued +her friend, leaning over and patting her on the +cheek. “Come along, now, and get dressed. I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span> +told Stephen and Alfred we would play them a +game of tennis some time this morning.” +</p> +<p> +The girls found the two boys waiting in the +hall to keep their appointment. Alfred was fast +losing his shyness in the presence of these two +wholesome and unaffected girls who could play +tennis almost as well as he could, ride horseback, +run a motor car, repel a highwayman with +a pistol and not lose their heads when they +needed to keep them most. But, what was more +to the purpose, they were not in the least shy or +afraid to speak out. They were full of high +spirits and knew how to have a good time without +appealing constantly to some everlasting +governess who was always tagging after them, +or asking mamma’s permission. In fact, Alfred +had suffered a change of heart. When he had +heard the house party was to be increased by a +number of girls he had bitterly repented ever +having left England. By this time, however, he +could not imagine a house party without girls, +especially American girls. +</p> +<p> +“I say, you know,” he said to Ruth as they +strolled toward the beautiful tennis court that +was shaded, at one side, by a row of tall elm +trees, “must I call you Ruth? I notice the +other fellows do?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, well,” replied Ruth, “we are none of us +actually grown yet and what is the use of so +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span> +much formality before it is really necessary? +What do you do in England?” +</p> +<p> +“In England,” replied Alfred, “we don’t call +them anything. We don’t see them except in +the holidays, and then they are only sisters and +cousins.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t there any fun in sisters and cousins?” +asked Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Well, they’re not very jolly,” replied the +candid youth; “not as jolly as you, that is.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth laughed. By this time they had reached +the court and were selecting racquets and tossing +for sides. +</p> +<p> +“Stephen, Ruth and I will play against you +and Barbara,” said Alfred rather testily. +“What is the use of tossing when it was arranged +beforehand?” +</p> +<p> +“You seem rather eager, Alfred, my boy,” +replied Stephen. “I’m sure we have no objections, +have we, Barbara?” +</p> +<p> +“None,” said Barbara, “At least I haven’t. +You may, however, when you hear that Ruth +won the championship at Newport last summer.” +</p> +<p> +“You look to me like a pretty good player, +too,” said Stephen. +</p> +<p> +Just then Jimmie Butler appeared, bearing a +hammock and a book. +</p> +<p> +“You can get in the next set, Jimmie,” called +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span> +Stephen. “We are just starting in on this +one.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t care for the game,” replied Jimmie. +“I prefer a book ’neath the bough, especially as +this house party seems to go in companies of +twos. Every laddie has a lassie but me, so I’ve +taken to literature.” +</p> +<p> +He waved his hand toward the garden, and +then toward the walk leading from the house. +</p> +<p> +In the old-fashioned flower garden, a stone’s +throw from the court, could be seen Miss Sallie +and the major strolling along the paths, stopping +occasionally to examine the late roses and +smell the honeysuckle trained over wicker arches. +</p> +<p> +In the direction of the house appeared Mollie +and Grace, followed by Martin and José. The +sound of their laughter floated over to Jimmie as +he swung in his hammock. +</p> +<p> +“Keep away, all,” he called as he spread himself +comfortably among the cushions and +opened his book. “I intend to enter a monastery +and take the vow of silence, and this is a +good time to begin. It’s easy because I have +nobody to talk to.” +</p> +<p> +“What are you grumbling about, Jimmie?” +asked the major, who came up just then with +Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, nothing at all, Major,” replied Jimmie. +“I was only saying how delightful it was to see +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span> +all you young people walking around this sylvan +place in couples. It reminds me of my lost +youth.” +</p> +<p> +“Jimmie’s lonesome,” exclaimed Martin. +“We’ll have to get up some more excitement +if we want to keep him happy.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” replied the major. “We will. +The most exciting thing I can think of, just now, +is to take a long ride in the automobiles, or go +driving, whichever the ladies prefer, and wind +up at the forest pool for tea. How does that +strike you, Jimmie?” +</p> +<p> +“It sounds fine,” said Jimmie, “if you mean +the haunted pool. It is a beautiful spot, and it +has a new haunt since last you saw it, Major. +It’s haunted by water nymphs now.” +</p> +<p> +“Only nymphs in wading,” cried Mollie, +blushing. “Jimmie caught us in the act yesterday +morning.” +</p> +<p> +“Oho!” exclaimed the major. “You really +are little girls, after all, are you?” +</p> +<p> +“Think of going in wading in that lonesome +spot,” said Grace, “and actually meeting somebody +as casually as if you were walking up +Fifth Avenue?” +</p> +<p> +“You’re likely to meet Jimmie anywhere,” +said Martin. “He’s a regular Johnnie-on-the-spot. +He is the first person to get up and the +last one to go to bed. Excitements have a real +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span> +attraction for him. Haven’t they, Jimsy?” and +Martin gave the hammock such an affectionate +shake that Jimmie nearly fell out on his face. +</p> +<p> +The luncheon gong rang out in the summer +stillness, and they started toward the house, +leaving the players to finish the game. +</p> +<p> +“José,” asked the major, putting his arm +through the young Spaniard’s, “have you any +theories about last night?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied José. “I do not think it will +do any good to hunt for the one who threw the +knife. I have, in my country, an enemy. I believe +it was he.” +</p> +<p> +“What?” cried the major. “He has followed +you all the way to America, and your life is constantly +in danger?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not think he will come again,” answered +José. “At any rate, I am not afraid,” he added, +shrugging his shoulders, “and I can do nothing.” +</p> +<p> +“You could have him arrested,” said Miss +Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, Madam, I could. But it would not be +easy to catch him.” +</p> +<p> +“Dear, dear!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. “What +a dangerous country Spain must be to live in!” +</p> +<p> +“No more dangerous than America, Madam, +I find,” replied José. +</p> +<p> +“True enough,” assented Miss Sallie, “since +this is America and not Spain, and we find ourselves +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135'></a>135</span> +in a perfect hotbed of criminals. My +dear John, I think we shall need a body-guard +if we go out in the open this afternoon.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, Sallie,” answered the courteous old +man, “you shall have one in me and my nephews +and their friends—a devoted body-guard, I assure +you.” +</p> +<p> +At luncheon the feeling of good will which +comes to friends who have just found each other, +so to speak, had spread itself. Enjoyment was +in the air and there were no discordant elements. +All their troubles were of the past, and Bab determined +to cast aside her suspicions and regard +José in the light of a mysterious but otherwise +exceedingly attractive foreigner. When she +looked across the table into his clear, brown +eyes, which regarded her sadly but without a +single guilty quiver of the lids, she could not +but believe that there had been some bitter mistake +somewhere. He was lonely and strange, +and there was something about him that aroused +her pity. Everybody liked him; even Miss Sallie +was attracted by his graceful and gentle +manners. +</p> +<p> +Luncheon over, everyone made ready for the +auto trip, and it was not long before the two +autos carrying a merry party, had set forth. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span><a name='chXIII' id='chXIII'></a>CHAPTER XIII—CROSS QUESTIONS AND CROOKED ANSWERS</h2> +<p> +After a long ride through the country, +skirting the edge of the forest in which +the highwayman had lurked, and where +the smoke from the Gypsies’ camp fire could be +seen curling up in the distance, the two automobiles +took to the river road. +</p> +<p> +Ruth was steering her own car with Alfred +beside her; behind them on the small seat sat +José and Mollie, and on the back seat were Bab +and Stephen. As they skimmed over the bridge, +which had been repaired by the major’s men, +Mollie said to José: +</p> +<p> +“Was the bridge all right, Mr. Martinez, +when you came over it the other day?” +</p> +<p> +The Spaniard flushed and his eye caught +Bab’s, who was gazing at him curiously. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, no—or rather, I do not know,” he stammered. +“I did not come by the bridge but +through the forest.” +</p> +<p> +“But how did you find the way?” asked Mollie, +wondering a little at his embarrassment. +</p> +<p> +“I asked it,” he replied, “of a Gypsy.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, really?” cried Mollie. “And did she +tell you?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span> +</p> +<p> +“It was not a woman,” went on José. “It +was a man.” +</p> +<p> +“And did he know the way? Because they +told us they did not, perhaps because they didn’t +want to be disturbed so late in the evening.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps,” said José, and changed the subject +by asking Stephen whose was the large +estate they were now approaching. It was that +of a famous millionaire, and their attention was +for the moment distracted. José seemed to +breath a sigh of relief and engaged Mollie in +conversation for the rest of the ride, telling her +about his own country, the bull fights and carnivals +and a hundred other things of interest until +the little girl had quite forgotten his confusion +at the mention of the damaged bridge. +</p> +<p> +On the way back the automobiles turned into +the wooded road, but before they reached the +Gypsy camp they turned again into another +road pointed out by Martin in the first car. The +road led directly through the forest to the +haunted pool, where the automobiles drew up. +The pool, in the late afternoon sunlight, was +more enchanting than ever. +</p> +<p> +“This is a famous spot in the neighborhood,” +observed the major. “When I was a boy it +was the scene of many a picnic and frolic. People +in these parts were more neighborly in those +days. The girls and boys used to meet and ride +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span> +in wagons or on horseback over here. We ate +our luncheons on this mossy bank; then strolled +about in couples until dark and drove home +by moonlight.” +</p> +<p> +“The Gypsy girl told us it was really haunted, +Major,” said Ruth. “She even said she had +seen the ghost.” +</p> +<p> +“Indeed,” replied the major, looking up a +little startled, “and what sort of ghost was it?” +</p> +<p> +“Just a figure sitting here on the bank,” answered +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“Oh!” he exclaimed in a tone of evident relief. +</p> +<p> +“Why, Major,” cried Miss Sallie, “one would +think you believed in ghosts.” +</p> +<p> +“And so I do, Sallie, my dear,” declared the +gentle old major, “but only in the ghosts of my +lost youth, which seem to appear to me to-day in +the forms of all these delightful young people. +What about tea, Miss Ruth Stuart?” he demanded, +turning to Ruth. +</p> +<p> +The chauffeur brought out the elaborate tea +basket which had served them so well at the +Gypsy camp and Ruth and Barbara proceeded +to make the tea while the other girls unpacked +boxes of delicious sandwiches and tea cakes. +</p> +<p> +“This is a very beautiful spot,” observed +José. “If it were perpetual summer I could +live and die on this mossy bank and never tire +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139'></a>139</span> +of it!” Walking a little apart from the others +he stretched himself out at full length on the +ground, staring up into the branches overhead. +</p> +<p> +Then the other boys, who had been strolling +about under the trees, returned, but they were +not alone. They had espied Zerlina in the +depths of the woods, with her guitar slung over +her shoulder, and persuaded her to go back with +them to the pool. +</p> +<p> +“You see we’ve brought a wandering minstrel +with us,” cried Jimmie. “She has promised +to sing us a song of the Romany Rye, +haven’t you, Zerlina?” +</p> +<p> +The girls greeted Zerlina cordially. She was +presented to the major, but José, as she approached, +had turned over on his side and flung +his arm over his head, as if he were asleep. +</p> +<p> +“Leave him alone. He’s dreaming,” said +Jimmie. “Give Zerlina some tea and cake, and +then we’ll have a song.” +</p> +<p> +Zerlina ate the cake greedily and drank her +tea in silence. She examined the fresh summer +dresses of “The Automobile Girls,” and a look +of envy came into her eyes as she cast them down +on her cotton skirt full of tatters from the +briars and faded from red into a soft old pink +shade. But she was very pretty, even in her +ragged dress, which was turned in at the collar +showing her full, rounded throat and shapely +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span> +neck. She was lithe and graceful, and as she +thrummed on the guitar with her slender, brown +fingers her ragged dress and rough shoes faded +into insignificance. The group of people sitting +on the bank saw only a beautiful, dark-haired +girl with a glowing face and eyes that shone with +a smouldering fire. After a few preliminary +chords she began to sing in a rich contralto +voice. The song again was in the Romany +tongue. It seemed to convey to the listeners a +note of sadness and loneliness. +</p> +<p> +The kind old major was much impressed by +the performance. +</p> +<p> +“Zerlina,” he said, “you have a very beautiful +voice, much too beautiful to be wasted. You +must ask your grandmother to bring you over +to Ten Eyck Hall. I should like to hear you +sing again.” +</p> +<p> +“Zerlina will be a great opera singer, one of +these days,” predicted Jimmie. “She will be +singing Carmen, yet, at the Manhattan Opera +House. How would you like that, Zerlina?” +</p> +<p> +The Gypsy girl made no reply. Her eyes +were fastened on José, who still lay as if asleep, +his back turned to the circle. +</p> +<p> +“She can dance, too,” cried Ruth. “She told +me she could. This would be a pretty place to +dance, Zerlina, where the fairies dance by moonlight.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span> +</p> +<p> +“I have no music,” objected Zerlina. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I can make the music all right,” said +the irrepressible Jimmie, seizing the guitar and +tuning it up. Then he began to whistle. The +tone was clear and flute-like and the tune the +same Spanish dance he had played for José. +Zerlina pricked up her ears when she heard the +music and the rhythm of the guitar. It is said +that no Gypsy can ever resist the sound of +music. Now the body of the girl began swaying +to the beat of the accompaniment. Presently +she began to dance, a real Spanish dance full of +gestures and movement. They half guessed the +story woven in, a lover repelled and called back, +coquetted with and threatened; threatened with +a knife which she drew from the blouse of her +dress and then restored to its hiding place; for +the dance ended quickly without disaster, imaginary +or otherwise. Miss Sallie had given a +little cry at sight of another murderous weapon. +But the knife! Had no one seen it, no one +recognized the chased silver handle and the +slightly curved blade? Bab sat as if rooted +to the spot, waiting for somebody to speak, +to cry out that the knife was the same that +had whizzed past José’s head the other night. +After all, nobody had really seen it but herself. +She had learned by a former experience +to keep her own counsel, and she decided to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142'></a>142</span> +wait, and not to tell until matters took a more +definite turn. +</p> +<p> +Was it possible this beautiful Gypsy girl +could be a murderess, or one at heart? But, on +the other hand, would she have dared to display +the mysterious dagger in the presence of the +same company? Bab was puzzled and worried. +Was Zerlina a robber also, or was José, after +all, the robber? Perhaps there was some connection +between them. There must be, since +they had exchanged knives on several occasions. +</p> +<p> +Her reflections were interrupted by a general +movement toward the automobiles. Zerlina was +evidently pleased at the praises she had received, +for her cheeks were flushed with pride. +</p> +<p> +“Won’t you let us see your dagger, Zerlina?” +asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, do!” begged Mollie. “It will be +the third dagger we have seen this week; but +this is the first chance we have had to take a +good look at any of them.” +</p> +<p> +Zerlina looked at them darkly. Her lips +drew themselves together in a stubborn line. +</p> +<p> +“I cannot, now,” she said. “Perhaps, +another time. Good-bye.” She slipped off +into the woods as quietly as one of the spirits +which were said to haunt the place. +</p> +<p> +“Gypsies are so tiresome,” exclaimed Miss +Sallie. “Why shouldn’t she show her dagger, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span> +I’d like to know? And who cares whether she +does or not, anyhow?” +</p> +<p> +“If you had ever read any books on Gypsies, +Sallie,” replied the major, “you would know +that their lives are full of things they must keep +secret if they want to keep out of jail. However, +these Gypsies seem peaceable enough,” he +added, his kindly spirit never liking to condemn +anything until it was necessary. “But +what a beautiful girl she is!” he continued. “If +she were properly dressed she would be as noble +and elegant looking as”—he paused for a comparison—“as +our own young ladies here. I +wonder if her grandmother would ever consent +to her being educated and taught singing?” +</p> +<p> +“Now, Major,” cried the impetuous Ruth, +“keep on your own preserves! I asked her +first, and I’m just dying to do it. I know papa +would let me, and wouldn’t it be a beautiful +thing to launch a great singer upon the public?” +</p> +<p> +“It certainly would, my dear,” replied the +major, “and I promise not to meddle, if you had +first choice.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, where’s Mr. Martinez?” asked Mollie, +as they climbed into the automobiles and she +missed her companion of the ride over. +</p> +<p> +One of the boys gave a shrill whistle and the +others began calling and shouting. Presently +the answer came from up the stream. “I’m +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span> +coming,” he called and José appeared. “I was +only taking a little stroll.” +</p> +<p> +“Why did you wish to miss the Gypsy song +and dance?” demanded Mollie. “It was charming.” +</p> +<p> +“Pardon, Mademoiselle,” he replied, stiffly, +“but I do not care to hear the songs of my country, +or to see its dances in a foreign land.” +</p> +<p> +Mollie was a little piqued by José’s short answer, +but she forgave him when he said sadly: +</p> +<p> +“Did you ever know, Madamoiselle, what it is +to be homesick?” +</p> +<p> +“But I thought you said you liked America?” +she persisted. +</p> +<p> +“So I do,” he replied; “nevertheless, there +are times when I feel very lonely. You will +forgive me, will you not. Was I rude?” +</p> +<p> +In the meantime Stephen said to Barbara: +</p> +<p> +“Bab, are you a good walker? How would +you like to take a short cut through the woods +to-morrow morning, and visit the hermit who +lives on the other side? We can’t ride or drive +very well, because it is too far by the road, but +it is only about five miles when we walk. I +haven’t been there for several years, but I know +the way well. I suppose the hermit is still +alive. At least, he was all right last summer, +so John the butler told me. Anybody else who +wishes may go along, but nobody shall come +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145'></a>145</span> +who will lag behind and complain of the distance.” +</p> +<p> +“I am good for a ten mile walk,” replied +Barbara. “I have done it many a time at +home.” +</p> +<p> +“The woods grow more and more interesting +the deeper you go into them,” continued +Stephen. “There are places where the sun +never comes through, and the whole way is cool +and shaded. It is full of people, too. You +would be surprised to find how many people +make a living in a forest. They are perfectly +harmless, of course, or else I wouldn’t be taking +you among them. Besides the Gypsies, +there are woodcutters, old men and women who +gather herbs, and a few lonely people who live +in cabins on the edge of the forest and have little +gardens. Uncle has always helped them, in +the winter, without asking who they were or +why they were there. Then there’s the hermit. +He is the most interesting of the lot. He is as +old as the hills and he has a secret that he would +never tell, the secret of who he is and why he +has lived alone for some forty years.” +</p> +<p> +“How interesting!” exclaimed Bab. “I hope +Miss Sallie won’t object.” +</p> +<p> +“We shall have to get the major on our side,” +replied Stephen, “and perhaps win her over, +too.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span> +</p> +<p> +“Oh, she is not really so strict,” replied Bab, +“but she feels the responsibility of looking after +other peoples’ children, she says.” +</p> +<p> +“Here we are,” said Stephen, as the cars +stopped at Ten Eyck Hall. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXIV' id='chXIV'></a>CHAPTER XIV—IN THE DEEP WOODS</h2> +<p> +It was not such a difficult matter, after all, +to win permission from Miss Sallie and the +major to take the walk through the forest. +The major explained to Miss Sallie that Stephen +was a safe and careful guide who knew the country +by heart, and that if the girls were equal +to the walk there would be no danger in the excursion. +The party, however, dwindled to five +persons, Bab and Ruth, Stephen, Jimmie and +Alfred. The latter appeared early, equipped +for the walk, carrying a heavy cane, his trousers +turned up over stout boots. +</p> +<p> +“Now, Stephen,” said Miss Sallie, “I want +you to promise me to take good care of the girls. +You say the woods are not dangerous, although +a highwayman stepped out of them one evening +and attacked us with a knife. But I take your +word for it, since the major says it is safe and +I see Alfred is armed.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span> +</p> +<p> +Everybody laughed at this, and Alfred looked +conscious and blushed. +</p> +<p> +“Doesn’t one carry a cane in this country?” +he asked. +</p> +<p> +“Not often at your age, my boy,” replied +Jimmie. “But I daresay it will serve to beat a +trail through the underbrush.” +</p> +<p> +“Come along, girls; let’s be off,” cried +Stephen, who at heart was almost a Gypsy, and +loved a long tramp through the woods. He had +strapped over his shoulder a goodly sized box +of lunch, and the cavalcade started cheerfully +down the walk that led toward the forest, a compact +mass of foliage lying to the left of them. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t this fun?” demanded Jimmie. “I feel +just in the humor for a lark.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope you can climb fences, girls,” called +Stephen over his shoulder, as he trudged along, +ahead of the others. +</p> +<p> +“We could even climb a tree if we had to,” +answered Bab, “or swim a creek.” +</p> +<p> +“Or ride a horse bareback,” interrupted Jimmie, +who had heard the story of Bab’s escapade +on the road to Newport. +</p> +<p> +“This is the end of uncle’s land,” said +Stephen, at last. “We now find ourselves entering +the black forest. Here’s the trail,” he +called as the others helped the two girls over +the dividing fence. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span> +</p> +<p> +“All right, Scout Stephen,” replied Jimmie. +“We are following close behind. Proceed with +the march.” +</p> +<p> +Sure enough, there was a distinct road leading +straight into the forest, formed by ruts from +cartwheels, probably the carts of the woodcutters, +Stephen explained. The edges of the wood +were rather thin and scant, like the meagre +fringe on a man’s head just beginning to turn +bald at the temples; but as they marched deeper +into the forest, the trees grew so thickly that +their branches overhead formed a canopy like +a roof. Squirrels and chipmunks scampered +across their path and occasionally a rabbit could +be seen scurrying through the underbrush. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t this great!” exclaimed Stephen, after +they had been walking for some time. “Uncle +says there’s scarcely such another wood in this +part of the country.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t speak so loud, Stephen,” said Jimmie. +“It is so quiet here, I feel as if we would wake +something, if we spoke above a whisper.” +</p> +<p> +“Let’s wake the echoes,” replied Stephen and +he gave a yodel familiar to all boys, a sort of +trilling in the head and throat that is melodious +in sound and carries further than an ordinary +call. Immediately there was an answer to the +yodel. It might have seemed an echo, only there +was no place for an echo in this shut-in spot. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span> +</p> +<p> +They all stopped and listened as the answer +died away among the branches of the trees. +</p> +<p> +“Curious,” said Jimmie. “It was rather +close, too. Perhaps one of your woodcutters +is playing a trick on us, Stephen. Suppose we +try again, and see what happens!” Jimmie +gave another yodel, louder and longer than the +first. As they paused and listened, the answer +came again like an echo, this time even nearer. +</p> +<p> +“Let’s investigate,” proposed Alfred. “I +think it came from over there,” and he led the +way through the trees toward the echo. +</p> +<p> +“Halloo-o,” he called, “who are you?” and +the answer came back “Halloo-o, who are you?” +followed by a mocking laugh. +</p> +<p> +“Well, after all, it isn’t any of our business +who you are,” cried Stephen, exasperated, “and +I don’t think we had better leave the trail just +here for a fellow who is afraid to come out and +show himself,” he added in a lower tone. +</p> +<p> +There was no reply and they returned to the +cartwheel road and began the march again. +</p> +<p> +“You were quite right, Stephen,” said Ruth, +“why should we waste our time over an idler +who plays tricks on people?” +</p> +<p> +There was another laugh, which seemed to +come from high up in the branches; then +sounds like the chattering of squirrels, followed +by low whistles and bird calls. They examined +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150'></a>150</span> +the branches of the trees around them, but there +was nothing in sight. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, go along!” exclaimed Alfred angrily. +“Only cowards hide behind trees. Brave men +show themselves.” +</p> +<p> +Silence greeted this sally, also, and they +trudged on through the forest without any +further effort to see the annoyer. Several +times acorn shells whizzed past their heads, and +once Jimmie made a running jump, thinking he +saw some one behind a tree, but returned crestfallen. +A surprise was in store for them, however. +They had been walking for some time +when the trail, which hitherto had run straight +through the middle of the wood, gave a sudden +and unexpected turn, to avoid a depression in +the land, overgrown with vines and small trees, +and now dry from the drought. +</p> +<p> +They paused a moment on the curve of the +path to look across at the graceful little hollow +which seemed to be the meeting place of slender +young pine trees and silver birches gleaming +white among the dark green branches. +</p> +<p> +“How like people they look,” Bab whispered. +She never knew just why she did so. “Like +girls in white dresses at a party.” +</p> +<p> +“And the pine trees are the men,” whispered +Jimmie. “Look,” he said excitedly, under his +breath, “there’s a man! Perhaps it’s the——” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span> +</p> +<p> +He stopped short and his voice died away in +amazement. Barbara said “Sh-h-h!” and the +others paused in wonder. Just emerging from +the hollow on the other side, was the figure of +a man. All eyes saw him at the same moment +and two pairs of eyes at least recognized a green +velveteen hunting suit. As the figure turned for +one brief instant and scanned the forest they +saw his face in a flash. +</p> +<p> +“It’s José!” they gasped. +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” exclaimed Ruth, “he is wearing the +green velveteens!” +</p> +<p> +“I know it,” replied her friend. “But are we +sure it was José?” +</p> +<p> +“No; we aren’t sure,” answered Stephen. +“It certainly looked like José, but we’ll give him +the benefit of the doubt, at any rate.” +</p> +<p> +From beyond the hollow came another yodel. +</p> +<p> +“By Jove!” said Jimmie, “nothing but a +tricky foreigner, after all, and I was just beginning +to like him too.” +</p> +<p> +“He’s more than a trickster,” Bab whispered. +“He’s wearing a green velveteen suit.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, what of it?” asked Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“It’s the same suit the highwayman wore +who slashed the tires of the automobile.” +</p> +<p> +“Whew-w-w!” cried the boys. +</p> +<p> +“Be careful,” whispered Ruth. “Don’t let +him hear us. Do you think he saw us?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span> +</p> +<p> +“No,” replied Alfred, “or he would never +have yodeled.” +</p> +<p> +Barbara began to consider. Should she tell +about the knife, or should she wait? She believed +that if she told it would only complicate +matters and bring Zerlina, the Gypsy girl, into +the muddle. Suppose she told, and then, when +they reached home, they found that José had +been away that morning? It would immediately +call down upon him the suspicions of the +whole party, suspicions perhaps undeserved. +Bab had never had cause to regret her ability +to keep a secret, and she concluded to test it +again by holding her peace a little longer. +</p> +<p> +“José or no José, let’s go on and have our +good time,” exclaimed Stephen. “Everything +depends on whether José was at home or not this +morning. If he wasn’t, why, then he’ll have to +give an account of himself. And if he was, we +shall have to consult uncle about what to do. +We will hunt the man out of these woods, anyway. +He has no business lurking around +here.” +</p> +<p> +Once more they started off, and were not +troubled again by the yodler. +</p> +<p> +Presently the jangle of a bell was heard in +the distance, a pleasant musical tinkle in the +midst of the green stillness of the forest. +</p> +<p> +“What on earth is <em>that</em>?” exclaimed Ruth, a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span> +little nervous now from the nearness of the +robber. +</p> +<p> +“If I am not mistaken,” replied Stephen, +“that is old Adam, the woodcutter. He has been +living in these woods all his life, seventy years +or more. He looks almost like a tree himself, +he is so gnarled and weather-beaten and bent.” +</p> +<p> +In a few moments the woodman’s cart hove +into sight, drawn by a bony old horse from +whose collar jangled the little bell. The cart +was loaded with bundles of wood, and Adam +walked at the side holding the rope lines in one +hand and flourishing a whip in the other, the +lash of which he carefully kept away from his +horse, which was ambling along at its pleasure. +</p> +<p> +“Good day, Adam,” said Stephen. “How +are you, and how is the wood business?” +</p> +<p> +“Why, it’s Mr. Stephen!” cried the old man, +touching his cap with one of his knotted hands. +“The wood business is good, sir. We manage +to live, my wife and I. Although I’m wishin’ +t’was something else kept us going. I never +fell a tree, sir, I don’t feel I’m killin’ something +alive. They are fine old trees,” he went on, +patting the bark of a silver birch affectionately. +“I would not kill one of these white ladies, sir, +if you was to pay me a hundred dollars!” +</p> +<p> +“It’s a shame, Adam,” replied Stephen. “It +must be like cutting down your own family, you +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span> +have lived among them for so many years. How +is the hermit? Do you give him enough wood +to keep him alive in the winter?” +</p> +<p> +“He’s not been himself of late,” answered +Adam, lowering his voice. “He’s always +strange at this time of the year.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you think he’ll see us if we go over?” +asked Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“I think so, sir,” replied Adam. “No matter +how bad off he is, he’s always kind. I never +see him angry.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, good-bye, Adam, and good luck to +you,” said Stephen, dropping a piece of money +into the wrinkled palm, and they continued their +journey through the wood. +</p> +<p> +The little bell resumed its tinkle, and the cart +was soon out of sight. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXV' id='chXV'></a>CHAPTER XV—THE HERMIT</h2> +<p> +“Do you know,” exclaimed Ruth, “I feel +as if I were in an enchanted forest, +and these strange people were witches +and wizards! The robber might have been a +wood-elf, and now here comes the old witch. +Perhaps she will turn us into trees and animals.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, that is old Jennie, who gathers herbs +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span> +and sells them at all the drugstores in the towns +around here,” replied Stephen, as a strange figure +came into view. +</p> +<p> +The gatherer of herbs and roots was not, +however, very witchlike in appearance. She +was tall and erect, and walked with long strides +like a grenadier. What was most remarkable +about her were her wide, staring blue eyes, like +patches of sky, that looked far beyond the young +people who had grouped themselves at the side +of the path almost timidly, waiting for her to +come up. She carried with her a staff, and as +she walked she poked the bushes and grasses +with it as if it had been a long finger feeling for +trophies. The other hand grasped the end of +an apron made of an old sack, stuffed full of +herbs still green, and fragrant from having been +bruised as she crushed them into the bag. +</p> +<p> +“She is blind,” whispered Stephen, “but in a +minute she will perceive that some one is near. +She has a scent as keen as a hunting dog’s.” +</p> +<p> +A few yards away from them old Jennie +paused and sniffed the air like an animal. +Reaching out with her stick she felt around her. +Presently the staff pointed in the direction of +the boys and girls, and she came toward them +as straight as a hunter after his quarry. The +girls, a little frightened, started to draw back. +</p> +<p> +“She won’t hurt you,” whispered Stephen. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156'></a>156</span> +“Why, Jennie,” he said in a louder voice, +“don’t you know your old friend and playmate?” +</p> +<p> +A smile broke out on Jennie’s handsome face, +which, in spite of her age, was as smooth and +placid as a child’s. +</p> +<p> +“It’s Master Stephen!” she cried, in a strange +voice that sounded rusty from lack of use. “I +be glad to hear you, sir. It’s a long time since +we’ve had a frolic in the woods. You don’t hunt +birds’ nests in the summer now, or go wading in +the streams. I found a wasps’ nest for you, +perhaps it was a month, perhaps a year ago, I +cannot remember. But I saved it for you. And +how is young Master Martin? He was a little +fellow to climb so high for the nests.” +</p> +<p> +“We are both well, Jennie, and you must come +over to the hall and see us. We may have something +nice for you, there, that will keep you +warm when the snow comes.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah, you’re a good boy, Master Stephen, and +I’ll bid ye good day now, and good day to your +friends. There be four with you I think,” she +added in a lower voice, sniffing the air again. +“I’ll be over on my next trip to the village.” +Old Jennie moved off as swiftly as she had come, +tapping the path with her long stick, her head +thrown back as if to see with her nostrils, since +her eyes were without sight. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span> +</p> +<p> +“What a strange old woman!” cried +Stephen’s companions in one voice. +</p> +<p> +“And the strangest thing about her,” replied +Stephen, “is that she has no sense of time. She +can’t remember whether a thing happened a +year ago or month ago, and she thinks Martin +and I are still little boys. We haven’t hunted +birds’ nests with her for six years. I have not +even seen her for two or three years, but she +sniffed me out as quickly as if I always used +triple extract of tuberose.” +</p> +<p> +“Where does she live?” asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“She lives in a little cabin off in the forest +somewhere. Her father and mother were woodcutters. +She was born and brought up right +here. She doesn’t know anything but herbs and +roots, and night and day are the same to her. +She knows every square foot of this country, and +never gets lost. Martin and I used to go about +with her when we were little boys, and she was +as faithful a nurse as you could possibly find.” +</p> +<p> +“No wonder you love these woods, Stephen,” +said Bab. “There is so much to do and see in +them. I wish we had something better than +scrub oak around Kingsbridge.” +</p> +<p> +“Wait until you see the chief treasure of the +woods, Barbara, and you’ll have even more respect +for them.” +</p> +<p> +“Meaning the hermit?” asked Jimmie. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span> +</p> +<p> +“But he won’t tell anything, will he?” demanded +Ruth. “Didn’t you say he was a mystery?” +</p> +<p> +“The greatest mystery of the countryside,” +replied Stephen. “Nobody knows where he +came from, nor why he has been living here all +these years—it’s about fifty, they say. You see, +he is not ignorant, like the other wood people. +He is a gentleman. His manners are as fine as +uncle’s, and the people who live in the woods +all love him. They come to him when they are +sick or in trouble.” +</p> +<p> +“How does he live?” asked Alfred. +</p> +<p> +“He must have some money hidden away +somewhere, for he always has enough to eat, and +even to give when others need help. But nobody +knows where he keeps it. In a hole in the +ground somewhere, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +While they were talking they had approached +a clearing on the side of a hill. Most of the big +trees had been cut away, and only the silver birch, +“the white ladies,” as old Adam had christened +them, and the dogwood, mingled their shade +over the smooth turf. The grass was as thick +and well kept as on the major’s lawn, only +somewhat browned now for lack of water. All +the bushes and undergrowth had been cleared +away years before, and the place had a lived-in, +homelike look in contrast to the great black forest +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span> +that seemed to be crouching at its feet like +a monster guarding it from the enemy. And +indeed, that must have been what the mysterious +man had intended when he built his little house +at the top of the hill, for five miles of woods intervened +between him and the outer world on +one side, while on the other, was a high precipice +that marked the end of the forest. +</p> +<p> +The house, a log cabin with a big stone chimney +at one end, commanded a view, from the +back, of a long stretch of valley. The portico in +front was shaded by honeysuckle vines. Here, +in an old-fashioned armchair, sat the master +smoking a meerschaum pipe. +</p> +<p> +Stephen approached somewhat diffidently, taking +off his cap. +</p> +<p> +“May we rest here a little, sir?” he asked. +“We have walked a long way this morning.” +</p> +<p> +“You are most welcome,” said the old man +in a deep, musical voice that gave the young people +a thrill of pleasure. They looked at him +curiously. He was tall and erect, with a beak-nose +and black eyes that still had some of their +youthful fire in them, despite the man’s great +age and his snow white hair. +</p> +<p> +“Come in, and we will bring some chairs out +for the young ladies.” +</p> +<p> +Stephen followed their host into the house +while, through the open door, the others caught +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span> +a glimpse of an enormous open fireplace and +walls lined with books. The girls took the +proffered chairs and sat down rather stiffly, +while the old man reappeared, carrying a bucket +and a gourd. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you are thirsty. Will you draw +some water from the well?” he asked, turning +to Stephen. He stopped abruptly and looked +closely at the boy. “Why, it’s little Stephen,” +he exclaimed, and with an expression half of +pain, half pleasure, he added, “grown to be a +man and how like”——But he paused and +turned hastily away. +</p> +<p> +“I am glad to see you, sir,” replied Stephen, +politely. He never knew exactly how to address +the hermit, and he found not knowing his name +somewhat awkward. “May I introduce my +friends? Miss Ruth Stuart, Miss Barbara +Thurston, Alfred Marsdale and Jimmie Butler.” +</p> +<p> +The old man bowed to the company as gracefully +as if he had been receiving guests in a fine +mansion. +</p> +<p> +“The names are,” he repeated gently, “Miss +Ruth Stuart and—did I hear you aright—Miss——?” +</p> +<p> +“Barbara Thurston,” finished Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Barbara Thurston?” repeated the old man +under his breath. “Barbara Thurston! Come +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span> +here, my child, and let me look at you,” he +added, in an agitated voice. +</p> +<p> +Barbara obediently came forward and stood +before the hermit, who had covered his eyes +with his hand for a moment, as if he were afraid +to see her face. +</p> +<p> +“Barbara Thurston!” he exclaimed again. +“Little Barbara!” And drawing from his +pocket a pair of horn spectacles, he put them +on and examined her features. He seemed to +have forgotten the others. Suddenly he removed +the spectacles and looked up in a dazed +way. +</p> +<p> +“On the very day! The very day!” he cried, +and waving his arms over his head in a wild +appeal to heaven, he turned and rushed down +the hillside. In another moment the forest had +swallowed him up, while the five young people +stood staring after him in amazement. +</p> +<p> +“Well, of all the rummy old chaps!” exclaimed +Alfred. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, he’s touched of course,” said Stephen, +tapping his head. “He must be. You know +old Adam said he’s always pretty bad at this +time of the year. I suppose it is the anniversary +of something. But, Barbara, what do you mean +by going and stirring up memories?” +</p> +<p> +“It wasn’t I; it was my name,” replied Barbara. +“Once there was a girl named Barbara, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span> +but the rest of the story can never be written, +because he won’t tell what it is.” +</p> +<p> +“Let’s have a peep at the house before we +go,” said Jimmie, “and then let’s eat. I’m +starving.” +</p> +<p> +“All right,” said Stephen. “Step right in +and have a look for yourselves, but hurry up +before the old gentleman comes back.” +</p> +<p> +The place was certainly comfortable and cosy-looking, +in spite of the wooden walls and bare +floors. It was spick and span and clean, kept +that way by Adam’s wife, Stephen explained. +There were a great many books, some of them +in foreign languages, two big easy-chairs near +the open fireplace, and on an old mahogany table, +the only other piece of furniture in the room, +a brown earthenware jar filled with honeysuckle. +Only one picture hung on the wall, a +small miniature suspended from a nail just over +the pot of flowers. Ruth examined the picture +closely. Besides his books, she thought, this little +miniature was perhaps the only link with the +outer world that the old man had permitted himself +to keep. +</p> +<p> +“Come here, everybody, quick,” she called, +“and look at this miniature. As I live, it’s +enough like Bab to be a picture of her, except +for the old-fashioned dress and long ringlets.” +</p> +<p> +They looked at the picture carefully, taking it +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163'></a>163</span> +down from its nail in order to see it in the +light. +</p> +<p> +“My word!” exclaimed Jimmie. “It’s as +good a likeness as you could wish to find. It +must have been the resemblance that gave the +old man the fit, then, and not the name.” +</p> +<p> +The miniature showed the face of a young +girl, somewhat older than Barbara, but certainly +very like her in features and expression. She +had the same laughing mouth and frank, brown +eyes, the same chestnut hair curling in crisp +ringlets around the forehead, but caught up +loosely in the back in a net and tied with a velvet +snood. She wore a bodice of rose-colored +taffeta cut low in the neck, and fastened coquettishly +among the curls was a pink flower. +</p> +<p> +“Who is it, Barbara?” asked Stephen. +“Have you any idea?” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t imagine,” replied Bab. “Perhaps +it’s just a coincidence. I am not an uncommon +type and may have lots of doubles. There +are many people in this world who have brown +eyes and brown hair. You meet them at every +turn.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” said Ruth, “but all of them haven’t +regular features and little crisp curls, and just +that particular expression. However, we must +go. We shouldn’t like the hermit to come back +and find us prying into his affairs. And that is +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span> +why he is here, evidently—to hide from pryers.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” agreed Stephen, “I really do think we +had better be going. I know a pretty little dell +where we can eat lunch if Jimmie can restrain +his appetite until we get there.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, cut along, then,” ordered Jimmie, +“and let us hasten to the banquet hall.” +</p> +<p> +Closing the door carefully behind them the +young folks hurried toward the woodcutters’ +road. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXVI' id='chXVI'></a>CHAPTER XVI—A SURPRISE</h2> +<p> +When the last sandwich had been eaten, +and the last crumb of cake disposed of, +the picnic party leaned lazily against +the moss-covered trunk of a fallen tree to discuss +the events of the morning. +</p> +<p> +José was the subject of the talk. All were inclined +to believe, now, that they had been deceived +by the strong resemblance between the +young Spaniard and the mischievous person who +had mystified them in the woods that morning. It +seemed impossible that José was a thief, or that +he could have been guilty of such trifling trickery +as the individual in the robber’s clothes. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span> +José, quiet and reserved though he was, had +become a favorite with the young people. +</p> +<p> +“It is strange,” said Ruth. “He must have +the nameless charm, because there is not one of +us who does not like him. As for me, I feel +sorry for him. And why, I’d like to know?” +</p> +<p> +“It’s his mournful black eye, my dear young +lady,” replied Jimmie. +</p> +<p> +“Whatever it is,” said Stephen, decisively, +“we must not make any accusations without +knowing, for certain, that we are right. It is +rather an uncomfortable situation, I think, considering +he is uncle’s guest.” +</p> +<p> +“It is, indeed,” replied Alfred, “and I vote +that we say not a word to anyone until we find +out where José spent the morning.” +</p> +<p> +“Agreed by all,” cried Jimmie. “Am I +right, girls?” +</p> +<p> +The two girls assented, and the matter was +settled. +</p> +<p> +“I think we had better be moving on toward +home, now,” said Stephen, “if we want to escape +a scolding from Miss Stuart.” +</p> +<p> +“All right, general,” replied Jimmie. “The +bivouac is at an end. Rise, soldiers, and follow +your leader.” He cocked his hat, turned +up his coat collar and struck a Napoleon +pose. +</p> +<p> +There was a stifled laugh, from behind a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span> +clump of alder bushes—a coarse laugh that made +the boys look up quickly and uneasily. +</p> +<p> +“What was that?” asked Ruth, frightened. +</p> +<p> +Without waiting for a reply, Alfred divided +the bushes with his cane disclosing three pairs +of eyes gazing impudently at them. Three figures +untangled themselves from the bushes and +rose stiffly, as if they had been lying concealed +there for a long time. The girls gave a stifled +cry of alarm, for each recognized the giant +tramp, who had attacked them near the churchyard +of Sleepy Hollow; and his companions +were probably the same, although the girls had +not seen them at that time. The leader of the +three roughs did not recognize them, however. +He had been too much intoxicated to remember +their faces; but he was sober, now, and in an +uglier mood than when he had been in his cups. +</p> +<p> +“So ho!” he cried. “We have here five +rich, young persons—rich with the money they +have no right to—stolen money—stolen from me +and mine. While we beg and tramp, and dress +in rags, you throw away the money we have +earned for you. Well, we won’t have it. Will +we, pals? We’ll get back some of the money +that belongs to us by rights. You’ll hand out +what you’ve got in your pockets, and, if it ain’t +enough, we’ll keep you into the bargain until +your fathers they pays for your release. D’ye +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span> +see? Ho! Ho!” He roared out a terrible +laugh until the woods resounded. +</p> +<p> +The three boys had lined up in front of the +two girls and Stephen had called to them reassuringly +over his shoulder: +</p> +<p> +“Start on, girls. You know the path. Follow +it the way we came. If you meet Adam, +ask him to go with you, or even old Jennie. +Don’t be frightened. It’ll be all right, but +we’ve got to fight.” +</p> +<p> +Barbara and Ruth, both very calm and pale, +were standing silently, waiting for orders. +</p> +<p> +“Do you think we could help by staying, +Bab?” asked Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know, dear,” replied Bab. “Wait, +and let me think a moment.” She closed her eyes +and her moving lips repeated the little prayer: +“Heaven, make me calm in the face of danger,” +but in that moment the fight had begun. The +two girls stood fascinated, rooted to the spot. +</p> +<p> +Stephen, who was a trained boxer, had tackled +the leader and had managed to give him several +straight blows, at the same time dodging the +badly-aimed blows from the big fist of his opponent. +Alfred had purposely chosen the next +largest tramp, leaving a small, wiry man for +Jimmie to grapple with. Alfred, also, had been +carefully trained in the arts of boxing and wrestling; +but his opponent was no mean match for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span> +him, and the two presently were rolling over +and over on the ground, their faces covered with +dust and blood. Poor Jimmie was not a +fighter. All his life he had shunned gymnasiums, +preferring to thrum the piano or the +guitar, or invent models for airships. However, +the boy was no coward and he went at his +enemy with a will that was lacking in force only +because he himself lacked the muscle to give it. +But the wiry fellow who had been his portion +was evidently the best-trained fighter of the +three tramps, and it was only a few moments +before Jimmie was bleeding from the nose and +one eye was blacked. It looked as if Alfred, +too, were getting the worst of it, while Stephen +and his tramp were still raining blows upon each +other, jumping about in a circle. Bab longed to +help Jimmie, but she saw, and Ruth agreed, that +they would do more harm than good. +</p> +<p> +The two girls decided to run for help, even if +they had to run all the way to Ten Eyck +Hall, especially as, in the midst of the scrimmage, +Stephen had called out to them to hurry +up. +</p> +<p> +Making the best speed they could through the +brambles and ferns, they had gone not more than +a few rods when, pausing in their flight, they +found themselves face to face with blind Jennie. +</p> +<p> +“What is happening?” demanded the old +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span> +woman in a terrified whisper. “I hear the +sound of blows. I smell blood.” +</p> +<p> +“There is a fight, Jennie,” replied Bab, almost +sobbing in her excitement. “We must get +help quickly from somewhere. Are the Gypsies +far from here?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” answered Jennie. “Not so near as +the hall. But wait! Come with me,” and her +face was illumined by the expression of one who +is about to reveal a well-kept secret. +</p> +<p> +“But, Jennie, is it help you are bringing us?” +asked Ruth, demurring a little. +</p> +<p> +“You may trust old Jennie,” exclaimed the +blind woman. “Be ye not the friends of young +Master Stephen?” +</p> +<p> +The two girls followed without a word. +</p> +<p> +Almost in sight of the fighters, she paused +by the stump of a hollow tree which, when +rolled away by her strong arm, disclosed a sort +of trapdoor underneath. Lifting the door, +crudely constructed with strips of wood, the bark +still on, the girls saw a small underground +chamber dug out like a cellar. The walls were +shored up with split trees which also did duty +as cross beams. There was a rough, hand-made +ladder at the opening, and at one side a shelf on +which was neatly folded—could they believe +their eyes—the suit of green velveteen. Old +Jennie, who seemed to be peering down into the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span> +cavity with her sightless blue eyes, shook Bab’s +arm impatiently. +</p> +<p> +“Get the firearms,” she whispered. “They +be on the shelf. I felt them there last time.” +</p> +<p> +Sure enough, lying in the shadow at the far +end of the shelf the girls made out two pistols +gleaming ominously in the dark. Without a +word, Bab bounded down the ladder, and seizing +the pistols was up again almost as quickly. +</p> +<p> +“Ruth,” she said, “have you forgotten our +rifle practice in the Berkshires?” +</p> +<p> +“No,” replied her friend. “All you have to +do is to cock it and pull the trigger, isn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“That’s right,” answered Bab. “Take this +one and come on. They are both loaded, I see. +Don’t fire unless I tell you, and be careful where +you aim. You had better point up so as not to +hit anybody. Jennie, wait for us over here. I +believe you have saved us all.” +</p> +<p> +So saying, Bab ran, followed by Ruth, to the +scene of the battle. And it was indeed a battle! +Jimmie was lying insensible on the ground, +while his opponent had joined in the fight +against Stephen, who was rapidly losing +strength. Alfred and his tramp were still rolling +over and over, locked in each other’s arms. +</p> +<p> +A few feet away from the fighters Bab fired +her pistol in the air. The explosion stopped the +fight. So intent had the combatants been that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span> +they had forgotten time and place. At the report +of the pistol they came to themselves almost +with a jump. Everybody, except poor, unconscious +Jimmie, paused breathless, perspiration +pouring from their faces. Alfred had got the +better of his opponent and his hands gripped +the man’s throat. Bab, followed by Ruth, +dashed up, and both girls pointed their pistols at +the two tramps who were engaging Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Shall we shoot them, Stephen?” asked Bab +as calmly as if nothing had happened. +</p> +<p> +“Throw up your hands,” cried Stephen to +the tramps; which they proceeded to do in +prompt order. “Now, give me your pistol, +Ruth; give yours to Alfred, Bab.” +</p> +<p> +In the meantime, Alfred had risen, hardly +recognizable in a coating of dust and blood, ordering +his man to lie quiet or be killed. +</p> +<p> +“Suppose we herd them together, Stephen,” +he suggested, “and drive them up to the hall like +the cattle they are?” +</p> +<p> +“Just what I was thinking,” replied Stephen, +“only what about Jimmie?” +</p> +<p> +“The girls will see to him,” answered Alfred. +</p> +<p> +“No, no,” retorted Stephen. “We can’t +leave the girls here alone with him in that condition, +not after this. There may be more +tramps lurking around, for all we know.” +</p> +<p> +Just then an exclamation from Ruth, who was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span> +kneeling beside the prostrate Jimmie, caused +the two boys to turn their heads involuntarily, +and in that moment, the two men who were +standing with their arms up at the point of +Stephen’s pistol, ran for the underbrush, +Stephen shot and missed his aim. He shot +again and hit the small fellow in the leg, having +aimed low; not wishing to kill even in self-defense. +But the tramps had plunged into the +woods, and were out of sight in an instant. +</p> +<p> +“Better not go after them, Stephen,” called +Alfred. “We’ve got one here and we may +catch the others later. I wish we had a rope to +tie this fellow’s hands with.” +</p> +<p> +“Try this,” suggested Ruth, and she calmly +tore the muslin ruffle off her petticoat and +handed the strip to Alfred, who bound the man’s +hands behind his back and ordered him to sit +still until he was wanted. +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile, the two girls had turned their attention +to Jimmie, who showed no signs of returning +consciousness, but lay battered and +bleeding, a sad sight in comparison to the joyous +Jimmie of half an hour before. Blind Jennie +had come from her hiding place behind a tree, +and was kneeling beside the wounded boy. +Feeling the abrasions on his face with her sensitive +fingers, she shuddered. +</p> +<p> +“He should have water,” she whispered. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span> +“There is a brook not far from here. I will +show you,” and she turned her sightless eyes +in the direction of Stephen, who was guarding +the remaining tramp. +</p> +<p> +“Ruth, you and Alfred take our three hats +and go with Jennie for the water. Alfred, +take the pistol with you in case of another attack. +Bab, you stay and look after Jimmie, +please.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth and Alfred followed after old Jennie, +while Bab, kneeling beside Jimmie, began chafing +his wrists. Not a sound broke the stillness. +Stephen, on a log, had his pistol cocked and +pointed straight at the tramp who was huddled +in a heap on the ground, gazing sullenly into the +barrel of the pistol. Bab had not looked around +for some time, so intent was she on her efforts to +bring some life back into poor Jimmie. But +feeling a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, she +called: +</p> +<p> +“Stephen, aren’t you curious to know where +we found the pistols?” +</p> +<p> +There was no answer, and, looking over her +shoulder, Bab was horrified to see Stephen lying +prone on the ground in a dead faint, the pistol +still grasped tightly in his hand, while the tramp +had evidently lost no time in joining his pals. +</p> +<p> +Leaving Jimmie, Bab rushed to Stephen. +First releasing the pistol from his hand, she laid +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span> +it on a stump. Then she began rubbing his +wrists and temples. +</p> +<p> +“Poor old Stephen!” she murmured. “You +were hurt all the time and never said a word.” +</p> +<p> +Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at Bab +in a sort of shamefaced way. +</p> +<p> +“I suppose the tramp got away?” he asked. +</p> +<p> +“Who cares,” replied his friend, “if you +aren’t hurt?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I’m not,” he answered. “I was only +winded. That big fellow gave me a blow, just +as you shot the pistol off, that nearly did for me. +But I thought I could keep up until the others +came back. I knew I couldn’t go for the water. +How did you get the pistols?” +</p> +<p> +By the time Bab had finished her story the +others had come up with the water. +</p> +<p> +“It’s just as well the tramp has gone,” said +Alfred, when he had heard what had happened. +“I don’t believe we could have managed him +and Jimmie, too.” +</p> +<p> +They bathed Jimmie’s face and wrists with +the cold spring water, and it was a battered and +disconsolate young man who finally opened his +one good eye on the company. +</p> +<p> +“I think,” said Stephen, “we had better put +these pistols back where they were. If they are +gone, the robber will take alarm and we’ll never +catch him. I don’t think we’ll be attacked by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span> +those tramps any more to-day. They’ll never +imagine we have left the pistols.” +</p> +<p> +The others agreed, and the pistols were left +on the shelf by Bab, who remembered exactly +where they had been when she found them. All +the others, even Jimmie, peered curiously down +into the underground room. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t think it’s been very long dug,” observed +Alfred. “There is so much fresh earth +around the door. The fellow carted most of it +away, I suppose, and put leaves and sticks over +what was left. But there is plenty of evidence +of fresh earth, just the same.” +</p> +<p> +“So there is,” replied Stephen. “Jennie, you +did a good day’s work when you found that hole +in the ground. You may have saved our lives, +for all we can tell.” +</p> +<p> +But the old woman only muttered, as she +punched the leaves with her staff. The somewhat +dilapidated picnic party resumed its homeward +journey, Jimmie supported by his two +friends and stopping often to rest, while the two +girls followed, keeping a sharp lookout on both +sides. Old Jennie brought up the rear. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span><a name='chXVII' id='chXVII'></a>CHAPTER XVII—ZERLINA</h2> +<p> +When they reached Ten Eyck Hall, it +was with relief that the young people +learned that the others had gone motoring +for the afternoon, and would probably +not be back until dinner time. Stephen put Jimmie +under the care of the housekeeper, who +bound up his wounds in absorbent cotton saturated +with witch hazel. The girls disappeared +into their own room, but not before Bab had +cautioned Stephen to bring them word about +José. +</p> +<p> +The information came in the form of a few +scribbled lines on the tea tray. +</p> +<p> +“John tells me,” the note ran, “that José +was off on his motor cycle until lunch time. S.” +</p> +<p> +The two girls read the note excitedly. +</p> +<p> +“Bab, dear,” cried Ruth, “I simply can’t believe +it of that nice boy, can you?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t want to believe it,” replied Bab, +“even though appearances are against him.” +</p> +<p> +“But who could the joker in the woods have +been, if not José?” continued Ruth. “And, +come to think of it, he might have been the highwayman, +too. It would not have been difficult +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span> +for him to have found out at the hotel where +we were going. I am afraid he is in an awful +mess, yet, in spite of everything, there is something +about him that disarms suspicion.” +</p> +<p> +Ruth was a loyal friend to people she liked. +She believed that her chosen circle consisted of +a superior class of beings, and she was as blind +to their faults as a mother to those of her favorite +child. There was a tap on the door, and the +maid informed them that Zerlina, the Gypsy +girl, wished to speak to them. +</p> +<p> +“Send her up,” said Ruth, and presently +Zerlina was ushered into the room. +</p> +<p> +There was a scared look in her eyes as they +wandered hastily around the charming apartment +and finally rested on the two girls who were +stretched on the bed in muslin kimonos. +</p> +<p> +“How do you do, Zerlina?” said Ruth. “Excuse +our not getting up. We are just dead +tired. Won’t you have a cup of tea?” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” replied the Gypsy stiffly, “I +do not care for tea. I came——” she paused. +“I thought——” she hesitated again. +</p> +<p> +“Well, Zerlina, what did you think?” asked +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +Bab was looking at the girl curiously. +</p> +<p> +“I came because you asked me,” she said +finally. +</p> +<p> +“So we did,” replied Ruth, “and we are delighted to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span> +see you. Did your grandmother come +with you?” +</p> +<p> +“No,” answered Zerlina and paused again. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you had some special reason for +coming, Zerlina,” hinted Bab. “Was it to ask +us a question?” +</p> +<p> +The girl’s face took on the same stubborn expression +it had worn when Bab had asked her +to show the knife used in the dance. +</p> +<p> +“I came because you asked me,” she repeated, +in the same sing-song tone. +</p> +<p> +Again there was a tap at the door and +Bridget appeared, bringing a note for Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Another note from Stephen,” observed +Bab, reading it carefully and handing it to Ruth. +The note said: +</p> +<p> +“If you and Ruth don’t mind, kindly keep +the fight, if possible, a secret from everybody +for a day or two. It would be necessary to explain +about the pistols, and if José is the man +who owns them, telling would give everything +away. I shall tell uncle, of course. People will +think that Jimmie fell out of a tree or down into +a hollow. Keep as quiet as possible about the +particulars of our adventure. S.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m sorry,” exclaimed Ruth; “it would have +been such fun to tell it all.” +</p> +<p> +“The telling is only a pleasure deferred for a +while,” said her friend. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span> +</p> +<p> +In the meantime, the Gypsy girl had lost nothing +of the conversation except the contents of +the note, which Bab had rolled into a little ball +and thrown into a waste paper basket. +</p> +<p> +“Will the ladies not show me some of their +beautiful dresses?” asked Zerlina presently. +</p> +<p> +“We haven’t much to show,” replied Ruth, +“but we’ll be glad to show what we have.” She +pulled herself lazily from the bed and opened +the door of a wardrobe at one side of the room. +</p> +<p> +“Ruth, you show her your fine things,” +called Bab. “I haven’t a rag worth seeing. +Get out your pink lingerie and your leghorn with +the shaded roses. They would please her eye.” +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you show her your organdie, +Bab?” asked Ruth. “It’s just as pretty as my +pink, any day.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, very well,” returned Bab, opening her +side of the massive clothes press and spreading +the dress on the bed before the admiring eyes +of Zerlina. “‘A poor thing, but mine own,’” +she said. “I certainly never thought to be displaying +my rich wardrobe to anyone. It’s entirely +a new sensation.” +</p> +<p> +In the meantime Ruth had piled her own +gauzy finery on the bed beside Bab’s, and Zerlina +feasted her gaze on the pink lace-trimmed +princess dresses and the flower bedecked hats. +</p> +<p> +“Some day you must have pretty dresses, too, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span> +Zerlina,” said Ruth from the depths of the +wardrobe, as she replaced the things; “some day +when you are a great singer.” +</p> +<p> +There was no reply, and Bab, who was busy +folding her dress, looked quickly around. Zerlina’s +arm was in the scrap basket. She had +looked up as Ruth spoke, and catching Bab’s +eye, dropped the crumpled note she had just +seized. An angry blush overspread her face +and she bit her lip in embarrassment. +</p> +<p> +“I must be going,” she said. “It is late.” +</p> +<p> +Bab did not answer. She was thinking +deeply. Here was positive proof that Zerlina +and José were working together in some way. +</p> +<p> +“Wait a minute, Zerlina,” called Ruth, kindly. +“Won’t you accept this red velvet bow? It +would look pretty in your black hair.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” exclaimed the girl, her eyes +filling with tears. “You are very good to me.” +Her lip trembled as if she were about to burst +into tears, but she conquered them with an effort +and started to the door. “Good-bye,” she +said, looking at Bab so reproachfully that the +latter’s heart was melted to pity. +</p> +<p> +At dinner that night there was much concern +expressed for poor Jimmie who, with his +face swathed in bandages, was sound asleep in +his own room. Stephen had been closeted with +his uncle for half an hour before the gong +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span> +sounded, and the major’s usually placid face was +haunted by an expression of deep worry. +</p> +<p> +“Do tell us about the hermit, Stephen,” cried +Grace, and that being a safe subject the four adventurers +plunged into a description of the +strange old man and the miniature that so resembled +Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Do you remember when he came, Major?” +asked Miss Stuart. +</p> +<p> +“Only vaguely,” replied the major, “I was +quite a little chap then, eight or ten, I think I +was, and we were living in France at the time. +He had become a fixture when we came back, +but he always shunned advances from my family. +Undoubtedly he was a fugitive from somewhere. +However, this is not such an out-of-the-way +place but that he could have been found if +they had looked for him very hard. I have not +seen him for many years. How does he look?” +</p> +<p> +“Like an exiled prince,” answered Ruth. +“He is a very noble looking old man.” +</p> +<p> +“José, did you play croquet with the girls this +morning?” asked Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Wasn’t he mean?” interrupted Mollie. “No +sooner had you gone than he was off on his motor +cycle.” +</p> +<p> +The young Spaniard’s face had flushed scarlet +at the question, but he smiled at Mollie’s teasing +reply and looked Stephen squarely in the eye. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182'></a>182</span> +</p> +<p> +“It must have been rather hot work motoring +this morning, wasn’t it, José?” went on Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“I went only to the forest,” answered José. +</p> +<p> +The four friends stirred uneasily, and the +major looked down at his plate. It hurt him +deeply to see José put on the rack in this way. +</p> +<p> +“How far did you go into the woods, José? +It’s curious we didn’t meet you.” +</p> +<p> +“Only to the haunted pool,” replied José. +</p> +<p> +“You were not far off, then,” said Stephen. +“Did you hear us yodeling?” +</p> +<p> +“No,” answered José; “er—that is, yes. I +did hear something like that, but I was not there +long.” His face was still flushed and he looked +as if he would like to run away from his inquisitors; +but the soft-hearted major could endure the +painful situation no longer and he changed the +conversation to another topic. +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you young people ever dance?” +he asked. “I had planned to see young couples +whirling around the red drawing room. It +would be a pretty sight, Sallie. Would it not?” +</p> +<p> +“I have a plan,” broke in Mollie, “but I can’t +tell it now. It’s to be a surprise for Miss Sallie +and the major.” +</p> +<p> +“Dear me!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. “Are we +to feel honored or slighted, Major?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, not slighted,” protested Mollie. “It is +something that will amuse you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span> +</p> +<p> +“What is it?” asked a voice from the doorway. +“I am palpitating to know.” +</p> +<p> +Everybody looked up in surprise at the apparition +of Jimmie regarding the company +gravely with his one good eye. His other eye +was swathed in a bandage, and his nose was +swollen and red. There was a joyous peal of +laughter from the assembled party. +</p> +<p> +“Why, Jimmie,” cried Martin, “you look +like an exhausted Dutchman.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t throw stones, my son,” replied Jimmie. +“You’re a Dutchman yourself, remember.” +</p> +<p> +“Come in and have some dinner, Jimmie,” +coaxed the major. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve dined, thank you, sir. My kind nurse +saw to that, and I feel considerably better.” +</p> +<p> +“How did you happen to black your eye, you +poor boy?” asked Mollie. +</p> +<p> +Stephen cleared his throat audibly. Why on +earth had he not cautioned Mollie not to ask +Jimmie any questions? But Ruth came to the +rescue and he breathed a sigh of relief. +</p> +<p> +“You mustn’t ask Jimmie embarrassing questions, +Mollie. A black eye and a red nose are +enough to bear for the present.” +</p> +<p> +The major relieved the situation by saying: +</p> +<p> +“Now, Mistress Mollie, we are ready to be +surprised.” +</p> +<p> +“Come on,” said Stephen, taking Jimmie by +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span> +the arm, and as they stood aside, he whispered +into his ear: “Keep it dark about the tramps. +Uncle will explain.” +</p> +<p> +“The surprise is this,” explained Mollie, detaining +the young people in the hall. “Why not +give our masquerade to-night?” +</p> +<p> +“This is as good a time as any other,” agreed +Martin. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you children!” exclaimed Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be a wet blanket, Stephen,” said +Martin. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I simply thought perhaps the girls might +be tired or something,” replied Stephen. “We’ll +all dress up if you like.” +</p> +<p> +“What fun!” cried Mollie. “José, you’re to +be a pirate, remember.” +</p> +<p> +“I think José would make a good highwayman,” +observed Bab, “with a knife in his belt +and a slouch hat on.” She had no sooner +spoken than she repented her words. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps I would, Mademoiselle,” he replied +gently, with a deep sigh. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185'></a>185</span><a name='chXVIII' id='chXVIII'></a>CHAPTER XVIII—THE MASQUERADE</h2> +<p> +The picture they made as they filed down +the oak staircase two by two and all attired +in their antique costumes was one +long remembered by the servants of Ten Eyck +Hall, who had gathered below to see the masqueraders. +Miss Stuart and the major, standing +together at the door of the red drawing room, +were amazed and delighted. +</p> +<p> +“Is this a company of ghosts,” cried the +major, “ghosts of my dear departed ancestors +returned to the halls of their youth?” +</p> +<p> +“Look at the dears!” exclaimed Miss Sallie. +“How pretty they are in their ancient finery! +Ruth, my child, you are the very image of the +portrait of your great-grandmother at home. +And here is Bab, who might have stepped out +of an old miniature.” +</p> +<p> +“So she has,” replied Ruth. “In that pink +dress she is a perfect likeness of the miniature +the hermit had.” +</p> +<p> +“José,” said the major kindly, for he could +not insult a guest by believing evil of him until +it had been actually proved, “you do not belong +to this company of belles and beaux. You look +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span> +more like a Spanish gallant of an earlier day, +in that velvet coat and cavalier hat. As for you +two slips of girls,” he continued, smiling at Mollie +and Grace, “you might be my two colonial +great-aunts stepped down from their frames. +But come along, now. We must have a little +fun, after all this trouble you have taken to +amuse us. Strike up, my poor bruised Jimmie, +and we’ll have a dance.” +</p> +<p> +Jimmie had volunteered to furnish the music. +His face, in its present state, needed no further +disguise, he said. The furniture was moved +back, the rugs rolled up, and in a few minutes +the dancers were whirling in a waltz. There +was a change of partners at the second dance, +and Bab found herself dancing with José. He +was not familiar with the American two-step, +so, after a few rounds, they stepped out upon +the piazza for a breath of the cool evening air. +</p> +<p> +“Aren’t you afraid to stay out here, José, +after your experience of the other night?” Bab +asked. +</p> +<p> +“Are you afraid, Barbara?” he replied. +</p> +<p> +“Why should I be?” she answered. “It was +evidently you the assassin was after.” +</p> +<p> +He winced at the word “assassin,” and did +not reply. The two stood gazing silently out +onto the stretch of lawn in front of the house. +Presently José sighed deeply. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid you are unhappy,” said Bab +sympathetically. +</p> +<p> +“Madamoiselle Barbara,” he replied, “I am +in great trouble. I tell you because you have +already been more observing than the others, +and because I see you keep your counsel.” +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you ask Major Ten Eyck’s advice, +José?” asked Barbara, “he is so kind +and gentle. I know he would love to help +you.” +</p> +<p> +“In this case,” replied the Spaniard, with a +frightened look in his eyes, “he might not be +so kind. I am afraid to tell him. To-night I +shall decide what to do. It may be that it would +be better to go away. I cannot tell, now.” +</p> +<p> +“Tell me, José, have your troubles any connection +with the Gypsies?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” he assented. +</p> +<p> +A shadowy figure moved up the lawn and approached +the house. José stirred uneasily. +</p> +<p> +“Who is that?” he whispered. “Don’t you +think you had better go in?” +</p> +<p> +“No,” replied Barbara. “I am not afraid, if +you are not.” +</p> +<p> +It was Zerlina, and, seeing the two people on +the porch, she paused irresolutely. +</p> +<p> +“What is it, Zerlina?” called Barbara. “Do +you want to see anyone?” +</p> +<p> +“My grandmother is over there,” replied the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188'></a>188</span> +girl, pointing to the shrubbery. “She has come +to tell fortunes, if it pleases the ladies.” +</p> +<p> +Zerlina did not look at Bab, as she spoke. +She was looking at José, long and curiously. +And he returned the gaze with interest. +</p> +<p> +“You have not seen Mr. Martinez, Zerlina?” +asked Bab, recalling how he had stolen away in +the woods when the Gypsy danced for them. +</p> +<p> +Zerlina bowed coldly, and José took off his +cavalier hat; but neither said a word, and Bab +felt somewhat embarrassed at the silence. +</p> +<p> +“Wait a moment, Zerlina, and I will ask the +major about the fortunes,” she said, stepping +through the French window. Just as she parted +the curtain, she turned to say something to José, +and saw Zerlina quickly hand him a note. Bab’s +face flushed angrily. +</p> +<p> +“This business ought to be stopped,” she said +to herself. “We’ll all be slain in our beds some +fine night. Why can’t José be frank? The entire +band of Gypsies might be a lot of robbers, +for all we know.” +</p> +<p> +The revelers inside were all interested to know +that Granny Ann had come at last to tell fortunes, +and Zerlina was dispatched at once to +bring her grandmother back. When the old +woman passed through the room on her way to +the library, where the fortunes were to be told, +she took a rapid survey of everybody there. She +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span> +examined the girls and boys in their masquerade +costumes, looked curiously at Jimmie’s bandaged +countenance, and finally her eyes rested +on José leaning on a balcony rail outside. +</p> +<p> +While the fortunes were being told, there was +a concert in the drawing room. Grace sang in +her high, sweet soprano voice, followed by +another of Zerlina’s Gypsy songs. Then José +was induced to sing a beautiful Spanish love +song, and finally Jimmie gave a comic version +of “The Old Homestead” in which he himself +acted every part. +</p> +<p> +After the fortunes were told Granny Ann sent +word that there was one person she had not seen, +and go she would not until she had seen him. +</p> +<p> +“Who has not yet been in?” demanded the +major. +</p> +<p> +There was no reply. +</p> +<p> +“José, you have not seen her, have you?” +asked Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“No,” replied José; “I do not wish to go.” +</p> +<p> +Word was sent in to Granny Ann, who sent a +message back that she insisted on seeing the +young man. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, go ahead, José,” urged Stephen. “It’s +only for a few minutes, and we want to have +another dance before bedtime.” +</p> +<p> +José bowed and disappeared from the room. +Soon after Mollie touched Bab on the arm. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span> +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” she whispered, “come out on the +porch. I have something to tell you.” +</p> +<p> +The two girls stole out onto the moonlit +piazza, while Mollie continued in a low voice: +“I know I should not have done it, but I followed +José into the library, by the dining-room +door, and hid behind a curtain. I was curious +to see what Granny Ann would do. He had +hardly got into the room before she commenced +talking in a loud voice. She spoke in a foreign +language, but she seemed terribly angry, and +shook her fist in his face. He was quite gentle +with her, and just stood there, pale and quiet. +I felt so sorry for him. Once I thought she +would strike him, but he never flinched or +dodged. What do you suppose it means, Bab, +dear?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know, Mollie,” replied Barbara, +“There is some mystery about José. Something +happened to-day that put him in a very +unfortunate light, but I’d rather not tell you +until to-morrow. Don’t dance with him any +more to-night, but be kind to him, little sister,” +Bab added, “for I do feel sorry for him.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span><a name='chXIX' id='chXIX'></a>CHAPTER XIX—A RECOGNITION</h2> +<p> +The masqueraders had separated for the +night; Bab, however, had asked to speak +with the major before he went to his +room. For half an hour she was closeted with +him in his library. The time had arrived to tell +him everything she knew about José. +</p> +<p> +The major had listened to her attentively. He +had felt reluctance to believe anything against +a guest, just on a mere chance resemblance, but +certainly the circle was closing in around José. +</p> +<p> +“Do you think we had better do anything +about it to-night?” he asked the girl, almost +childishly. He felt obliged to ask advice in this +very difficult situation, and who could give any +better counsel than this fine, young woman, who +had been able to keep a secret, and who was so +wholesome and sweet with all her reserve? +</p> +<p> +“I don’t see what you could do, Major, in case +he admitted he was guilty. You couldn’t arrest +him very well to-night, unless you wanted +to bind his arms and feet and take him to the +nearest town. I don’t believe he has any idea +of running away, because he doesn’t know we +suspect him. At least he only vaguely knows it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span> +</p> +<p> +“And, after all,” said the kindly old major, +“it’s a pity to rout him out of his comfortable +bed to-night. We will give the poor fellow another +good night’s rest, and take one ourselves, +too. Shall we not, little woman?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, indeed, Major,” agreed Barbara, looking +into his kindly, troubled eyes with respect +and admiration. “And who knows? Maybe, +in the morning, he can explain everything.” +</p> +<p> +“Indeed, my dear, I hope so,” he replied, +opening the door for her and bowing good-night +as if she had been Miss Sallie herself. +</p> +<p> +As Barbara started up the long staircase she +felt lonely. The hall below looked vast and +dark. Only a dim light was burning and every +door was closed. Emerging from the shadows +around the staircase she might have been a ghost +of one of the early Ten Eycks in her old-fashioned +peach-colored silk, with its full trailing +skirt and pointed bodice. She hurried a little +and wished she had got over the long space of +hall which lay between her and her room; but +she had scarcely taken a dozen steps before the +door behind her opened. She stopped and +looked back, thinking perhaps it was one of the +servants waiting to put out the lights. +</p> +<p> +Standing in the doorway was a very old man. +He carried a candle in one hand, and was peering +at her in the darkness with that same expression of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span> +wonder and surprise on his face that +she had remembered to have seen before, for +this was their third encounter, once in the woods, +once in the library, and now. +</p> +<p> +“Barbara! Barbara Thurston!” he called in +a quavering voice. “I have been waiting +for you so long, so many years. I am old +now and you are still young.” He stretched out +his arms and came toward her. +</p> +<p> +Bab flew and almost ran into José, who +opened his door at that moment. When they +recovered themselves the old man was gone. +</p> +<p> +“Which way did he go?” asked José. +</p> +<p> +Bab pointed to the door without speaking, +and, still trembling from fright, burst into her +own room, where a strange scene was taking +place. Three high-backed chairs were arranged +in a row. Ruth in a dressing gown was +crouching behind them, while Mollie and Grace +sat hand in hand on the bed, giving little gasps +of excitement and horror. +</p> +<p> +“This is the clump of bushes,” Ruth was saying, +“and the three fights took place here and +here, and here,” she went on, marking the spots +with her toe. “Stephen and his man, who was +none other than the giant tramp, fought straight +out from the shoulder like this,” and she hit the +air furiously with her doubled fists. “Then +came Alfred and his friend. They didn’t hit. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span> +They gripped and rolled over and over in the +dust. And last of all, poor Jimmie, who, in +five minutes, lay like a warrior taking his rest.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Ruth Stuart,” interrupted Bab, “I +thought we were not to tell.” +</p> +<p> +“Sh-h! Don’t make so much noise, Bab. +Aunt Sallie thinks we were safe in bed long ago. +I’m not betraying confidence. Stephen told me +I could tell Mollie and Grace if he could tell +Martin. But, Bab, dear, what is the matter? +Have you seen a ghost?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied Bab, “or rather the next +thing to one. Really, girls, I’m getting more +than my fair share this time. Ruth was in the +fight, of course, but none of you have seen the +old man who haunts the place, and I have seen +him three times. He seems to be a perfectly +harmless old man, but it does give one a start to +meet him at midnight in a dark hall.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Barbara, are you dreaming? What +does it mean?” cried Mollie, seizing her sister’s +hand and pulling her over on the bed beside +them. “Why haven’t you told us before?” she +added with a sisterly reproach. “It’s no fair +keeping secrets all the time.” +</p> +<p> +“I am tired of secrets, too,” said Bab, “I +started with major and I’ll just finish the thing +before I lay me down this night to rest.” +</p> +<p> +When Bab had concluded her ghostly tale the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span> +girls were really frightened. They tried the +doors, opened all the closets and wardrobes and +peered under the beds of both rooms. +</p> +<p> +“No one could climb up to these windows,” +exclaimed Mollie. “But suppose there should +be a secret door into one of these rooms?” +</p> +<p> +“What a horrible idea, Mollie Thurston!” exclaimed +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +There was a sharp tap on the door. The four +girls jumped as if they had been shot, and rushed +together like frightened chickens. +</p> +<p> +“Girls,” said Miss Sallie’s voice, “go to bed +this instant!” +</p> +<p> +“Right away, Aunt Sallie, dear,” answered +her niece. When they were comfortably tucked +in for the night, Ruth said to Bab: +</p> +<p> +“How do you suppose he knew your name?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” replied her friend, “unless +I had a twin ancestor.” +</p> +<p> +At eleven o’clock the next morning the +major’s guests assembled for a late breakfast. +The boys were stiff from their encounters with +the tramps, and Jimmie, especially, was an object +of pity. The major looked serious. He +had a disagreeable duty to perform, and he +wished to avoid it as long as possible. Miss Sallie, +alone, was animated and talkative. She had +been entrusted with no confidences, and she felt +the burden of no secrets. Neither did she guess +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span> +that something was impending that was bound +to surprise and horrify her. +</p> +<p> +José had not made his appearance and the +major was relieved. The hour of reckoning was +at hand, and he wished it over and done with. +His old friend’s son! Was it possible that a +child of José Martinez could have so far forgotten +the laws of hospitality as to rob and intrigue, +and play tricks on his fellow guests? +</p> +<p> +“What a quiet, dull lot of people you are,” +exclaimed Miss Sallie, who at last began to notice +the gloom that had settled on the party. +“What is the matter?” +</p> +<p> +“I think it must be the weather, Miss Stuart,” +replied Stephen, coming to the rescue of the +others. “It’s a very oppressively warm day, +and the air is so dry it makes me thirsty.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s the sort of weather, I imagine, they must +have in plague-stricken southern countries,” +observed Ruth, “where there’s no water,” she +continued drawing the picture which held her +imagination, “and people are dropping around +with cholera or the bubonic plague.” +</p> +<p> +“Cheerful!” exclaimed Jimmie. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder where José is this morning,” +said Stephen, voicing the thought of everybody +in the room except the unconscious Miss +Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Suppose you run up and see,” suggested +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span> +the major. “Tell him, Steenie,” he added, patting +his nephew affectionately on the shoulder, +“that I wish to see him in the morning room +when he finishes his breakfast. And, Stephen, +my boy, don’t be rough with him. Remember +what an ordeal we’ll have to put him through +later. Good heavens!” he groaned, “such a +lovely boy! If it only had not happened in my +house!” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps he can explain, in spite of everything,” +replied Stephen. +</p> +<p> +Presently he returned to the library. +</p> +<p> +“José is not in his room. He didn’t sleep +there last night. His bed is made up and there’s +not a wrinkle on it.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, where can he be?” cried the major. +“He couldn’t have run away, could he?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps he is taking a morning walk,” suggested +Martin. +</p> +<p> +“Did he take anything with him!” asked +Jimmie. “I mean are his things in his room?” +</p> +<p> +“I didn’t notice,” replied Stephen. “We’d +better ask some of the servants, first, if they +have seen him this morning, and then go back +and have a look for ourselves.” +</p> +<p> +But the servants could give no information. +On examining José’s room they found everything +just as he had left it. He had taken nothing in +his flight, not even a comb and brush. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span> +</p> +<p> +“Even his pearl shirt studs are here,” said +Jimmie. +</p> +<p> +“How about his leather motor clothes?” asked +Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Here they are,” replied his friend. +</p> +<p> +“How about his motor cycle?” asked the +major with a sudden thought. +</p> +<p> +They ran down stairs and through the open +door, followed by “The Automobile Girls,” who +were filled with excitement. At the garage the +chauffeur was busy cleaning the motor cars. +</p> +<p> +“Is Mr. Martinez’s motor cycle here, Josef?” +demanded the major. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, sir,” answered the chauffeur looking +up from his work, surprised at the visit of so +many people at once. +</p> +<p> +“Have you see him this morning?” +</p> +<p> +“No, sir.” +</p> +<p> +“Strange,” said the major. “I can’t understand +it. He must simply have slipped out of +the house and gone for a long walk.” +</p> +<p> +“Uncle,” said Stephen, “suppose we wait until +after lunch.” +</p> +<p> +“Wait for what, my boy?” +</p> +<p> +“Why, for José, I mean. And then, if he +doesn’t turn up, we had better search for him.” +</p> +<p> +The party sat about listlessly until lunch time. +It was too hot to talk and the oppressiveness of +the atmosphere gave them an uneasy feeling. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span> +José had not taken even a hat, so Stephen said, +and it turned out that only the day before the +Spaniard had entrusted the major with a large +sum of money to be locked in the family strong +box until his visit was over. +</p> +<p> +“Stephen,” exclaimed the major, finally, as +the afternoon began to wane, “I can’t stand this +any longer. The boy may have wandered into +the woods and been attacked by some of those +tramp ruffians. Order the horses. We’ll ride +to the Gypsy camp and take the road to town. +Tell the girls to explain the situation to Miss +Sallie while we are gone.” +</p> +<h2><a name='chXX' id='chXX'></a>CHAPTER XX—THE FIRE BRIGADE</h2> +<p> +Ruth and Barbara related to Miss Sallie +their adventures of the day before. She +went through a dozen stages of emotion, +and fairly wrung her hands over the tramps. +The part about José she could not believe. +</p> +<p> +“That nice boy!” she exclaimed. “It is impossible.” +Then she grew indignant. “What +does John Ten Eyck mean by bringing us into +this lawless country, I should like to know?” +</p> +<p> +“But, auntie, the major declares it was never +like this before. The woods have always been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span> +perfectly safe. When Stephen and Martin +were little boys they used to play in them with +only Old Jennie to look after them.” +</p> +<p> +“Ruth,” cried Miss Sallie, “the major is one +of the nicest men in the world, but he always +would overlook disagreeable things. He runs +away from anything that hurts. He may have +overlooked the tramps and robbers, just as he +has been blind to ugliness whenever he could.” +</p> +<p> +“He’s a dear,” said Mollie. +</p> +<p> +“Dear or no dear,” cried Miss Sallie, “this +time we really must go. Tell the chauffeur to +fix up the machine, Ruth, my child, for to-morrow +we shall leave this barbarous place.” +</p> +<p> +“All right, auntie,” replied her niece, relieved +that they were not to go immediately, since they +all wanted to see the episode of José through. +</p> +<p> +Time passed, but the four horsemen did not +return. The girls were sitting with Miss Sallie +at the shady end of the piazza, watching the sun +sink behind the forest. There was a smell of +burning in the air that the sensitive nostrils of +the chaperon had sniffed immediately. +</p> +<p> +“The wind must be blowing from the mountains +to-day,” she observed. “I smell burning +as plainly as if it were at our gates.” +</p> +<p> +“But, Miss Sallie,” said Grace, “remember +that it smelt like this in New York last week.” +</p> +<p> +“My dear,” replied Miss Sallie, “I am perfectly familiar +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span> +with the smell of burning forests, +I have smelt them so often in imagination. +Why, see, the air is filled with fine ashes,” she +exclaimed, shaking out her lavender skirts with +disgust. She had hardly spoken before a tall +figure was seen hurrying across the lawn. +</p> +<p> +“It’s blind Jennie,” cried Ruth. “Perhaps +she can give us news of the major or José.” +</p> +<p> +As old Jennie approached they could see she +was fearfully excited. Her face was working +and several times she waved her stick wildly in +the air. Just then a strange thing happened. +Half a dozen terrified deer appeared from the +direction of the forest, dashed madly across the +lawn and disappeared in a grove on the other +side. Squirrels and rabbits followed by the +dozens, while distracted birds flew in groups and +circled around and around the tops of the trees. +</p> +<p> +“What has happened, Jennie?” cried Ruth, +shaking the blind woman by the arm. +</p> +<p> +Jennie seemed to scan the company with her +sightless eyes, sniffing the air wildly. +</p> +<p> +“The woods are burning,” she said. “The +flames are coming nearer. They are slow, but +they are sure. Everything is so dry. You must +hurry, if you would save the house!” +</p> +<p> +“Save the house?” repeated Miss Stuart +mechanically. “Do you mean to say there is +danger of this house being burned down? Is +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span> +the fire coming this way? Great heavens! Order +the car at once, children. We must leave +at any cost. This is the last straw!” +</p> +<p> +“But, Aunt Sallie,” urged Ruth, laying a detaining +hand on her aunt’s arm, “you wouldn’t +have us desert the major’s house, would you, +and leave all these beautiful things to burn? +Besides, we may be running away from the +major and the boys. How do we know but that +they are in the woods? They may need our +help.” +</p> +<p> +“My child, we are not a fire department,” exclaimed +Miss Sallie, “and if we are to save this +beautiful house, how do you propose to do it?” +</p> +<p> +“If worse comes to worst,” cried Bab, “we +can form a bucket brigade here, and keep the +fire from getting to the house.” +</p> +<p> +“What about water?” demanded Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you remember the major said he had +a well of water reserved for fires?” said Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“It may not be necessary to use the water,” +Bab continued. “The first thing to do is to cut +off the forest fire by having a trench dug on that +side of the house. Everybody will have to get +to work. Come on! We must not lose time.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie ran into the hall and rang a bell +violently. John, the butler, came at once. +</p> +<p> +“John,” she cried, speaking very rapidly, +“the forest is on fire. Get every available person +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span> +on the place as fast as you can, with shovels +and hoes and help the young ladies dig a trench +to protect the major’s house.” +</p> +<p> +John looked dazed, sniffed the air and ran +without a word. Presently a bell thundered +out in the stillness. It had not been rung for +many years, but the employees on the place knew +what it meant, and came running from their cottages, +and the work of digging a trench beyond +Ten Eyck Hall was begun. Each moment the +air was growing more dense and a darkness was +settling down which was lit up, toward the west, +by a lurid glow. The heat was intense and fine +ashes filled the toilers’ throats and nostrils. Birds, +blinded by the smoke dashed past, almost hitting +the workers’ faces. People came running from +the burning forest, the old Gypsy woman and +her granddaughter and other women from the +Gypsy band. The men were bringing the +wagons around by the road; old Adam and his +wife, driving their wood cart and frantically +beating the worn-out horse; and finally, the +hermit, with his white locks flying. Ten Eyck +Hall would seem to have been the refuge of all +these terrified dwellers in the forest. They regarded +it with pride and love. Even the Gypsies +had sought its protection, and the gray, rambling +old place appeared to stretch out its arms to +them. Blind Jennie strode up and down the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204'></a>204</span> +lawn, wildly waving her stick, while old Adam +called to Miss Sallie: +</p> +<p> +“Where is the master? Where are the +young masters?” +</p> +<p> +And where were the old master and the young +ones? If ever they were needed, it was now! +</p> +<p> +In the meantime, the girls, leaving Miss Sallie +to direct the digging of the trench, had run +to the house. +</p> +<p> +“I think, Ruth,” called Bab, “we had better +collect all the buckets and pails we can find.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied Ruth, “and the hose should +be attached to the reserve well. John is attending +to that. Mollie and Grace, run and get +whatever blankets there are in the bed rooms, +and close the windows all over the house.” +</p> +<p> +While John was attaching the hose to the +faucet of the reserve well, Ruth and Bab invaded +the enormous kitchen of the hall. The +servants had fled. Only Mary and John +could be depended upon. The pumping engine +had been started and the tank was rapidly +filling. +</p> +<p> +“O Ruth,” exclaimed Bab, “how careless of +us to have forgotten the cars! The garage is +nearest to the forest and the automobiles should +be run out right off. We may need them if +things get very bad.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course,” replied Ruth. “Where is the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span> +chauffeur? Did you ever know any of these +people to be on hand when they were needed?” +</p> +<p> +Dashing to the garage, they cranked up the +two machines and ran them out onto the lawn in +an open space. José’s motor cycle came next. +</p> +<p> +“The fire has come,” cried Grace and Mollie +running up with their arms full of blankets. +They could hear the roaring, crackling sound as +the flames licked their way through the dry underbrush. +</p> +<p> +“Where is Miss Sallie?” demanded Ruth. +“She will faint in this terrible atmosphere.” +</p> +<p> +“There she is,” answered Grace; “she is +overseeing the trench-digging. I think she has +ordered them to make it broader.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie, her lavender skirts caught up +over her arm, was standing near the men, giving +her orders as calmly as if she were in her own +drawing room. +</p> +<p> +The line of forest about a quarter of a mile +distant began to glow red. The girls clutched +each other. +</p> +<p> +“There it is!” they cried. “And now to save +the major’s house!” +</p> +<p> +Bab organized a bucket brigade with Mollie, +Grace and the Gypsy women. John was ordered +to manipulate the hose, while Bab and +Ruth carried wet blankets over to the garage, +the building nearest the line of fire. Then a cry +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span> +went up from the men who were digging the +trench. The flames, which had been steadily devouring +the dried grass of the meadow dividing +the garden from the wood, had reached the +trench. A sudden gust of wind carried them +over. Instantly a group of bushes caught fire; +and, like an angry animal seeking its prey, a +long, forked tongue licked the ground hungrily +for a moment, paused at the gravel walk, followed +its edge, eating up the short, dry grass in +its path, and made for the garage. All this happened +in much quicker time than it takes to tell +it—too quickly, in fact for any precaution. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXI' id='chXXI'></a>CHAPTER XXI—FIGHTING THE FLAMES</h2> +<p> +Never had “The Automobile Girls” displayed +greater courage than at this critical +moment. It was the time for quick +action and quicker thought. The men who were +digging the trench could not leave their work. +They saw that, unless the trench were dug wider, +it would be necessary to fight the flames back, +and they were digging like mad to keep the fire +from leaping the ditch again. +</p> +<p> +It was Mollie who saved them from a terrible +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span> +explosion by remembering the house where the +gasoline was stored just behind the garage, and +John and Adam rolled the tank to a distance +temporarily safe at least. +</p> +<p> +Bab had found a ladder somewhere. Placing +it against the garage she had scaled it like a +monkey, carrying under one arm a wet blanket +the weight of which she was too excited to notice. +She never quite knew how she shinned up +the roof, but presently she found herself astride +the pinnacle. Zerlina had followed close behind, +with more blankets and together the two girls +spread them over the smoking shingles. When +the roof was covered, they let themselves down +and began dashing water on the smouldering +walls. The bucket brigade was working well +under the direction of Ruth, and the garage was +saved. +</p> +<p> +Then a line of clipped bushes running from +the garden to the forest, suddenly burst into +flames. A cry went up from the workers at this +terrifying spectacle. To the girls, it seemed +like a gigantic boa constrictor racing toward +them, and, for a moment, they turned cold with +fear. +</p> +<p> +“All hands must help here!” cried Bab, taking +command, as she naturally did in times of +danger. “Zerlina, tell the men to come from +the trench with their shovels. Bring pails of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span> +water, all of you,” she called to the Gypsies, +“and the rest of the wet blankets.” +</p> +<p> +There was a rush and a scramble. They tried +to beat down the angry little flames, dashed +water on to them, choked them with wet blankets, +trampled on them, and finally fell back, stifled +and blinded with smoke and ashes, only to find +the gasoline house a burning mass. It had gone +up like a tinder box in an instant, and was reduced +to ruins. +</p> +<p> +“If we have any more gusts of wind like that +last, Bab, we are lost!” cried Ruth, sobbing a +little under her breath. “But, of course, if the +worst happens, we can always take the automobiles. +They can run faster than the flames.” +</p> +<p> +Back of the garage they could see another line +of flames advancing like a regiment of cavalry. +</p> +<p> +“Great heavens!” cried Grace. “What shall +we do now?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t despair, yet,” answered Bab. “Those +dividing hedges are very dry, but the flames +don’t spread from them so quickly; and, besides, +I believe the trench will stop them.” +</p> +<p> +“O Bab,” exclaimed Ruth, “do you think +there will ever be an end to this? We are too +tired to dig trenches, and the water is getting +alarmingly low.” +</p> +<p> +“But there are two more cisterns,” replied +the undaunted Bab. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span> +</p> +<p> +Just then the wind, which, up to this time, except +for a few brief gusts, had been merely a +breeze, gathered new strength. Sparks began +to fly from the burning underbrush in the wood. +It had been a ground fire, owing to the long +drought, and the trees still waved their green +branches over the ruins at their feet. +</p> +<p> +Ruth seized Bab’s hand convulsively. +</p> +<p> +“Young ladies!” called a voice behind them. +Turning, they confronted the hermit. “I am a +very old man, but, if you will permit me, I will +make a suggestion. Save what water is left for +the roof, which should be deluged as soon as +possible. The trench will stop the fire, but it +cannot keep back the sparks and I see a wind +has come up that is most dangerous.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, thank you,” cried the two girls, seeing +the wisdom of his suggestion immediately. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sallie, a tragic spectacle, came from +around the house; her white hair tumbling down +her back, her face gray with ashes and her lavender +garments torn and wet. +</p> +<p> +“Girls,” she murmured, her voice trembling, +from fatigue and excitement, “we have done all +we could do for the major. I think we had better +give it up and go while we can get away.” +</p> +<p> +“Let us have one more chance. Aunt Sallie, +dearest,” begged Ruth, “and if that fails there +will still be time to get away in the motor car.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span> +</p> +<p> +“What are you going to do now, child?” +asked the poor woman distractedly. +</p> +<p> +“You go and sit down in one of the long +chairs on the piazza and rest,” replied her niece, +patting her hand tenderly, “and leave everything +to us.” +</p> +<p> +The girls could hear the throbbing of the +pumping engine somewhere below, as they +dashed up the steps. John had connected all +the cisterns and the machinery was working in +good order. The candles and lanterns they carried +hardly made an impression in the blackness +of the great empty garret, but an exclamation +from John called attention to the fact that +the sliding partition was down. +</p> +<p> +“I never knew it to happen before,” he said, +“except once when I was too small to understand.” +</p> +<p> +“How are we going to manage?” asked Grace, +looking overhead. +</p> +<p> +“Through the scuttle to the roof,” replied +Barbara, pointing to a ladder leading to a trapdoor. +</p> +<p> +John climbed up first, opening the scuttle, and +everybody lent a hand in lifting out the hose he +had brought along. Barbara and Zerlina followed +to the roof, which was steep and much +broken by pinnacles and turrets; yet in contrast +with the attic it was quite light outside, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span> +and the girls could see perfectly where to step +without slipping. +</p> +<p> +Only two people were needed, it was decided. +Bab would not hear of Ruth’s coming, on account +of the latter’s horror of high places. It was +certain that Mollie and Grace were not agile +enough for the experiment, and Bab and Zerlina +had already proved what they could do +when they scaled the garage roof. +</p> +<p> +The three girls left behind climbed onto a balcony +just outside one of the attic windows and +watched, with tremulous interest, what was happening +on the roof. +</p> +<p> +Thus Zerlina and Barbara, with old John, +were left alone on top of Ten Eyck Hall. They +had a wonderful view of the smoking forest, +the tops of whose trees were waving in the steadily +rising wind. The trench had, indeed, +stopped the course of the flames which had run +along the meadow hedges, and there were no +more lines of fire to be seen; but there was a +bright glow toward the back and a sound of +crackling wood. Then came a burst of flames +and the onlooker saw that the stable was burning. +A spark lit on Bab’s wrist; another touched +her on the cheek, and presently a gust of wind +brought dozens of them twinkling like shooting +stars at night. They fell on the shingled roof, +smouldered for a moment and went out. Others +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span> +followed. It could be only a matter of a little +while, thought Bab, before the hall would be in +flames if they were not prompt with the water. +</p> +<p> +“It’s all right, Miss,” called John’s voice from +behind the tank on the part of the roof over the +attic. There was a gurgling noise and a swift +jet of water burst from the nozzle of the hose. +</p> +<p> +With Zerlina’s assistance, Bab began watering +the roof. But the tallest peak was beyond +reach of the hose. There the sparks were +smouldering into life and Bab distinctly saw a +a little puff of flame lick out and then go back +again like a cunning animal biding its time. +</p> +<p> +Bab ran over to the tank. +</p> +<p> +“John,” she called, “get a ladder and a pail.” +</p> +<p> +Together they unhooked the ladder attached +to the tank and dragged it over to the high center +peak of the roof. There was a pail, also, +which they filled with water. While the old man +held the ladder Bab climbed up, taking the pail +from Zerlina. Several times the brave girl +dashed water over the smoking shingles until +every spark was dead. Then, standing on one +foot, on the top rung of the ladder, Bab braced +herself with a lightning rod running up the side +of the turret, and leaned over to see if all were +well on its other section. Below her she could +see the girls on the balcony peering up at her +with frightened eyes. Lifting herself entirely +off the ladder, for an instant, Bab glanced +around the turret. In slipping back, her foot +missed the rung. The shock made her lose her +grip on the lightning rod, and like a flash she +slid down the steepest part of the roof now slippery +from its recent wetting. There was nothing +to hold to, nothing to cling to, and she closed +her eyes from the horror that was before her. +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i005' id='i005'></a> +<img src="images/illus-216.jpg" alt="Like a Flash She Slid Down the Steepest Part of the Roof." title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>Like a Flash She Slid Down the Steepest Part of the Roof.</span> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span></div> +<p> +It is said that a great many things pass +through one’s mind at such brief, tense moments +as these, when death is almost certain. +</p> +<p> +The thought that came to Bab’s mind, however, +was her mother’s prayer, “Heaven make +me calm in the face of danger.” +</p> +<p> +There was, of course, a shudder of horror, a +wild, ineffectual effort to save herself—a shock. +</p> +<p> +When she opened her eyes, three pairs of arms +encircled her, and three sobbing faces hovered +over her. She had landed upon the roof of the +balcony where the girls were waiting. Except +for a bruised arm, she had met with no harm. +</p> +<p> +“Why, girlies,” she said, smiling a little +weakly, “were you so frightened?” and then +closed her eyes again. +</p> +<p> +Zerlina and John came tumbling down the +ladder. The Gypsy girl was as white as a sheet +and old John was openly sobbing. +</p> +<p> +“I’m all right,” Bab assured them, standing +up and shaking herself to bring her senses +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span> +back. She bathed her throbbing wrists and +temples, and all climbed down into the lower +regions of the house. It was decided to water +the side of the house, and after that nothing +more could be done. The whole place was lit up +with the burning stable, and sparks were flying +in every direction. The wind had risen to a gale +and the skies were overhung with a black canopy +of clouds kindled by occasional flashes of lightning. +There was a low grumbling sound of +thunder. Down the avenue came the clatter of +horses’ hoofs. At the same time there was a terrific +clap, and the rain poured down in torrents. +</p> +<p> +“Here they are!” cried the girls as Major +Ten Eyck and the boys leaped from their +horses and dashed up the piazza steps. José +was not with them. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXII' id='chXXII'></a>CHAPTER XXII—EXPLANATIONS</h2> +<p> +The major and his nephews were shocked +at the appearance of their guests, who +were hardly recognizable. Jimmie Butler +retired behind a curtain and give vent to one +little chuckle. He would not, for anything, have +let them know how funny they looked. +</p> +<p> +“I shall never forgive myself for leaving +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span> +you,” groaned Major Ten Eyck. “Why did +you not take the car and leave the old place to +burn? How can the boys and I ever thank +you?” he continued, with emotion. +</p> +<p> +Before Stephen would give an account of the +search for José he made Ruth repeat the history +of the afternoon from beginning to end. The +major and the boys were filled with admiration +and wonder for these four brave “Automobile +Girls” and Miss Stuart. +</p> +<p> +“There is nothing we can do,” exclaimed Jimmie, +“to show what we feel, except to lie down +and let you walk over us.” +</p> +<p> +“And now for José,” prompted Ruth, when +she had finished her story. +</p> +<p> +“Well,” replied Stephen, “we got news of +José almost as soon as we had passed the Gypsy +camp. A man on the road told us he had seen +a boy who answered the description exactly, +walking on the edge of the forest. We traced +him back into the country to a farm house, +where according to the farmer, he had stopped +for a drink of water and turned back again toward +the forest. It was necessary to come back +by a roundabout way because of the cliffs on the +outer edge, and not until we reached the hermit’s +house did we realize there was a fire that must +have been started by those tramps, for it was at +its worst about where they were yesterday. We +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span> +were frantic when we saw that it was blowing +in the direction of the hall, but we couldn’t get +through and had to go the whole way around. +Our only comfort, when we saw the glow of the +burning stable, was that you had taken the automobile +and gone back to Tarrytown.” +</p> +<p> +The faithful old butler appeared with lights, +and informed the major that the other servants +had returned very repentant, and if agreeable, +dinner would be served in half an hour. +</p> +<p> +“But I think the ladies will be much too tired +to come down again,” protested the major. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no, we won’t,” answered Ruth. “If +there’s enough water left to wash in I would +rather dress and come downstairs for food.” +</p> +<p> +“So would we all,” chorused the others, except +Miss Sallie, who took to her bed immediately, +and dropped off to sleep as soon as her +head touched the pillow. +</p> +<p> +“Stephen,” asked Ruth at dinner, “do you believe +poor José was caught in the fire?” +</p> +<p> +“It’s rather a horrible idea,” said Stephen, +“yet I don’t know what else to think. He must +have caught wind, somehow, that we had found +him out and concluded to hide in the woods.” +</p> +<p> +“Old Jennie wishes to speak to you, sir,” announced +John. +</p> +<p> +“Bring her in here,” ordered the major, and +Jennie was ushered into the dining-room. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span> +“How are you, Jennie? I am glad to see you,” +said the major, leading her to a chair. “I +hope you were not injured by the fire?” +</p> +<p> +“Be there anyone here but friends?” whispered +Jennie. +</p> +<p> +“No one, Jennie. What is it?” +</p> +<p> +“When the storm came up I went straight to +the forest,” said the old woman. “Adam went +with me and we took his horse and wagon. The +fire had not touched the road and the ground +was wet where we walked. As we passed by +the place——” here she put her finger to her +lips and gazed wildly about, “you remember, +young ladies? I went over to see if all was well. +The door was open and on the floor lay the +young man. He is not dead, but he is very ill +here,” old Jennie pressed her hand to her chest. +“He has swallowed the smoke. We put him in +the wagon and he is outside.” +</p> +<p> +“José here? Outside?” they all cried at +once, rushing to the front door. +</p> +<p> +In the pouring rain, Zerlina and her grandmother +were leaning over a young man stretched +out prone in Adam’s wagon. He wore the green +velveteen suit now so familiar to “The Automobile +Girls,” and through his belt gleamed the +dagger he had used to slash the tires with. +When he was lifted out, they caught a glimpse of +his face. José it was, but José grown thin and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span> +haggard in a day and a night. The boys carried +him tenderly upstairs and laid him on his +own bed. Zerlina and her grandmother followed +close at their heels. +</p> +<p> +“Do you know him, then?” asked Stephen of +the Gypsy girl. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she replied defiantly. “He is my +brother. Antonio is his name.” +</p> +<p> +“Whew-w-w,” whistled Stephen under his +breath. “So José was an impostor after all. I +must say I hoped till the last.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, well,” answered the major, “we won’t +hit a man when he is down, my son, and this +boy is pretty sick. The girl is his sister, you +say? She and her grandmother had better +nurse him, then. Send the old woman to me. +I want to speak with her in the library.” +</p> +<p> +After being closeted with Granny Ann for +half an hour the major flung wide the library +door and called to the others to come in. His +good-natured, handsome face was wrinkled into +an expression of utter bewilderment, but relief +gleamed through his troubled eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Children,” he cried, “come here, every one +of you. José is vindicated. Thank heavens +for that. The boy upstairs is not our José at +all, but his half-brother, Antonio. Now, where +do you suppose José has hidden himself? I +trust, I earnestly hope, not in the woods.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> +</p> +<p> +“It seems,” continued the major, “José’s +father was married twice. A nice chap, José. +I trust he is safe to-night, for his poor father’s +sake as well as for his own.” +</p> +<p> +“And his second wife, uncle?” interrupted +Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, yes, my boy,” continued the major, +patting his nephew affectionately on the +shoulder, “and the second wife was a beautiful +Gypsy singer, who had two children, Zerlina +and Antonio, the unfortunate young man +now occupying José’s room. A Gypsy rarely +marries outside her own people and this one +longed to return to her tribe. One day she ran +away taking her children with her, and Martinez +never saw his wife again, for she died soon +after. He has tried, in every way, to recover +the children, but until now the Gypsies have always +managed to hide them effectually. Since +they were children Antonio has hated his half +brother José and from time to time has threatened +his life. Once, in Gibraltar, the brother +almost succeeded in killing him.” (The girls +remembered how much José had disliked the +mention of Gibraltar.) “Antonio was a bad boy, +utterly undisciplined. He ran about Europe +and this country, seeing what harm he could do, +but neither his father nor his brother could ever +locate him. José finally heard that the children +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span> +were in America and came over to try to reason +with the Gypsies to let Zerlina, at least, go +to school. I do not suppose he reckoned on finding +them so near, and, when Antonio tried to rob +and murder, José was divided in his mind as to +whether to give his brother up or let him go. +He must have suffered a good deal, poor fellow. +I wish José had confided his troubles to +me. Now, maybe, it’s too late to help him.” +</p> +<p> +“And the knife?” asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“There were two knives which belonged to +the Martinez family. The Gypsy took one away +with her when she left her husband.” +</p> +<p> +“Will Antonio stay here to-night, Major?” +said Mollie, timidly, remembering the masked +robber and his murderous weapon. +</p> +<p> +“He is too ill, now, to do any harm, little +one,” replied the major, taking her hand. “Besides, +his grandmother and sister will watch +over him I feel certain, and who knows but the +boy may have some good in him after all?” he +added, always trying to see the best in everybody. +</p> +<p> +“Nevertheless, we’ll lock our doors,” exclaimed +Ruth. “It’s not so easy to forget that +our highwayman is sleeping across the hall.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span><a name='chXXIII' id='chXXIII'></a>CHAPTER XXIII—AN OLD ROMANCE</h2> +<p> +Bab had hardly reached her room before +she was summoned to the door by +Stephen, looking so serious and unhappy +that she felt at once something had happened. +</p> +<p> +“Bab,” he said, “I am afraid you are not +done with your day’s work yet for the Ten +Eyck family. I am about to ask you a favor, +and I must confide something to you that has +been a secret with us now for three generations. +First, are you afraid to go with me over to the +right wing? John and Mary will go, too, and +you need really have nothing to fear, but the +dread——” he paused and bit his lip. +</p> +<p> +“Why, no, Stephen, I am not afraid,” replied +Bab, “and I promise to guard faithfully any secret +you want to tell me,” she added, giving him +her hand in token of her pledge. She suspected +they were going to visit the old man she had seen +wandering about the house and forest. +</p> +<p> +“I will tell you the secret as we go along,” +Stephen said, leading the way to the end of the +hall, where they found Mary and John waiting. +The four started down a long passage opening +into the right wing of the building. “We are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span> +going, now,” continued Stephen, “to visit a +very old man who lives in the right wing. He +is my great-uncle, Stephen Ten Eyck. When +he was quite a young man he met with a sorrow +that unhinged his mind and he—well, he committed +a crime. It was never proved that he +had done it, but the Ten Eyck family knew he +had. However, his most intimate friend took +the blame upon his shoulders.” +</p> +<p> +“Why did he do that?” asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Because, Bab,” replied Stephen, “they both +loved a girl, and the girl’s name was Barbara +Thurston. She must have been your great-great-aunt. +Did you ever hear of her?” +</p> +<p> +“If I ever did, I have forgotten,” answered +Bab. “You see, after father’s death, we had +no way to learn much about his family and +mother knew very little, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, Barbara Thurston was engaged to +marry my great-uncle. They were all staying +at the same hotel, somewhere in the Italian +lake country—Barbara and her mother and my +great-uncle Stephen and his friend. One day +the friend persuaded Barbara to go out rowing +with him. There was a storm and the boat upset, +and Barbara was drowned. It was said that +the friend and the boatman swam ashore and +left her, but that is hard to believe. Anyway, +when my uncle got the news, something snapped +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span> +in his brain and he killed the boatman with an +oar. The friend made his escape and the flight +proved to the authorities that he had committed +the crime. The Ten Eycks all knew that Uncle +Stephen had done it, but it seemed of little use, +I suppose, to tell the truth, because the slayer, +Uncle Stephen, had gone clean crazy, and his +friend could not be found. They have never +seen each other since, until——” +</p> +<p> +Stephen paused. +</p> +<p> +“Until when, Stephen?” +</p> +<p> +“Until to-night, Barbara. Can you guess +who the friend is?” +</p> +<p> +“The hermit?” asked Barbara, with growing +excitement. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied Stephen; “the poor old hermit +who has lived near his friend all these years +without ever letting anybody know.” +</p> +<p> +“And your uncle has been living in the right +wing ever since?” asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Yes. It was his father’s wish that the right +wing be absolutely his for life and that the secret +be kept in the family. The old fellow has +never hurt a fly since the night he killed the +Italian boatman. His attendant is as old as he, +almost, and sometimes Uncle Stephen gets away +from him. Have you ever seen him?” Stephen +looked at her curiously. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied Bab, “several times.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span> +</p> +<p> +“And never mentioned it? Really Bab, you +are great.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I finally did tell the girls, only last night. +I was just a little frightened. Your Uncle +Stephen called me by name. But, by the way, +none of you knew about the name before. How +was that?” +</p> +<p> +“To tell the truth, I had never heard the +girl’s name in my life, and it was so long ago +that Uncle Stephen had forgotten it. It was +the hermit who revealed the whole thing. He +took refuge here from the fire, and after you +girls had gone upstairs he sent for Uncle John. +It seems the hermit has been with Uncle Stephen +most of the afternoon, keeping him quiet and +away from the fire. The poor old fellow was +scared, he said, but he is himself again and they +both want to see you. But that is not the chief +reason you are sent for. Uncle Stephen insists +that he has something he will tell only to you. +All day long he has been calling for you, and +Uncle John Ten Eyck thinks it may quiet him +if you will consent to see him for a few minutes.” +</p> +<p> +The two had paused outside of a door at the +end of the passage, to finish the conversation, +while Mary and John had gone quietly inside. +Presently John opened the door. +</p> +<p> +“It’s all right, sir,” he whispered. “You +and the young lady may come in.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span> +</p> +<p> +They entered a large room, furnished with +heavy old-fashioned chairs and tables. There +were bowls of flowers about and Bab heard +afterwards that the poor, crazed old man loved +flowers and arranged them himself. Standing +near the window was the hermit. When he saw +Bab his face was radiated by such a beautiful +smile that tears sprang to the girl’s eyes. Lying +on a couch, somewhat back in the shadow, +was Stephen’s uncle of the same name. His attendant, +also an old man, who had been with +him from the beginning, was sitting beside him. +</p> +<p> +Stephen Ten Eyck the elder opened his eyes +when the door closed. He also smiled, as the +hermit had done, and Bab felt that she could +have wept aloud for the two pathetic old men. +</p> +<p> +“My little Barbara has come back at last,” +Uncle Stephen said, taking her hand. “I am +very happy. And my old friend Richard, too,” +he went on, stretching the other hand toward the +hermit. “Dick,” he went on, “I always loved +you so. I don’t know which I loved the most, +you or sweet Barbara here. Heaven is good to +bring me all these blessings at once. Don’t +cry, little girl,” he added, tenderly, for the +tears were rolling down Barbara’s cheeks and +dropping on his hand. “But I must not forget,” +he exclaimed suddenly. “I have something +to tell you, Barbara, before it clouds over +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span> +here,” he tapped his brow. “Go away all of +you. This is for her ears alone. It is a secret.” +</p> +<p> +The others moved off to a corner of the room +and the old man went on whispering mysteriously. +“We were the last who saw him, you +and I. He followed me that night. Do you remember? +He fell. He is lying at the foot of +the stairs now. There is a gash in his head and—blood!” +“Press the panel in the attic——” +The old man’s voice died away in a gasp. +</p> +<p> +“Which panel?” asked Bab, in an agony for +fear he would not finish. +</p> +<p> +“The one with the knot hole in the right hand +corner,” he added and fell back on the couch. +</p> +<p> +Bab tried to make him tell more, but his mind +was clouded over and he had already forgotten +she was there. +</p> +<p> +“Has he finished?” asked Stephen. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” replied Bab, “but come quickly. We +have no time to lose. José is lying somewhere, +dead or half dead, in the secret passage.” +</p> +<p> +Too much excited and amazed to say good-night +to the hermit, the callers rushed down the +passage, followed by the two servants. At the +foot of the attic stairs they waited while John +brought lights, and for the second time that day +Bab climbed into the vast old attic. +</p> +<p> +“Thank fortune the partition is down,” exclaimed +Stephen. “I suppose Uncle Stephen +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span> +forgot to slide it back, he was in such a hurry +to get away from José.” Bab had explained +the situation, to Stephen while they waited for +the candles. “Which panel did he say, Bab?” +</p> +<p> +“This must be it,” she answered; “the panel +in the right-hand corner that has a knot hole in +it. Here is the knot hole all right. We are to +press it, he said.” +</p> +<p> +They pressed, but nothing happened. +</p> +<p> +“Press the knot hole, why don’t you?” suggested +Bab. +</p> +<p> +One touch was enough. The panel opened +and disclosed a long passage cut apparently +through the wall. There were several branch +passages leading off from the main one, marked +with faded handwriting on slips of paper, one +“To the Cellar,” another “To the Library” and +finally the last one “To the Right Wing.” +</p> +<p> +“This must be the one,” said Stephen, as +they groped their way along single file. “Be +careful,” he called; “there should be a flight +of steps along here somewhere.” +</p> +<p> +Presently they came to the steps. Up through +the dense blackness they could faintly hear a +sound of moaning. +</p> +<p> +“All right, José, old fellow, we are coming to +you,” cried Stephen, while Bab’s heart beat so +loud she could not trust herself to speak. +</p> +<p> +Groping their way down the narrow stairway, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> +they came to a landing almost on a level with +the ceilings of the first floor rooms. At the far +end of the passage they could hear a voice calling +faintly. +</p> +<p> +“He probably fell the length of the steps, and +dragged himself across,” exclaimed Stephen, +holding his lantern high above his head. +</p> +<p> +They found José stretched out by a narrow +door opening directly into the right wing. There +was a gash just above his temple which he himself +had bound with his handkerchief and his +leg appeared to be broken at the ankle. +</p> +<p> +“José, my poor boy,” cried Stephen, “we +have found you at last!” +</p> +<p> +José smiled weakly and fainted dead away. +</p> +<p> +The two men carried him back up the flight +of steps, not daring to try the experiment of the +passage leading to the library. +</p> +<p> +“I suppose Uncle Stephen has known these +passages since he was a child,” said Stephen in +a low voice to Bab as they passed through the +attic, “and when his attendant is asleep, no +doubt he steals off and wanders about the house. +I believe he has always had a mania that he was +being pursued by the Italian boatman; and when +José followed him, right on top of his meeting +with you, it was too much for the old fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“He’s a dear old man,” returned Bab, “and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span> +how he must have suffered all these years; that +is, whenever his memory returned.” +</p> +<p> +“And think of the hermit, too, who sacrificed +his entire career for you, Miss, just because you +never learned to swim.” +</p> +<p> +Bab smiled. “If my Aunt Barbara had lived +by the sea as I have, she would never have had +to wait for boatmen and lovers to pull her out +of the deep water. Swimming is as easy as +walking to me.” +</p> +<p> +“I am glad you’ve learned wisdom in your +old age,” replied Stephen as they paused at the +door of the bedroom given to José. +</p> +<p> +“There is one thing I cannot believe,” declared +Bab, “and that is that the hermit swam +off and left Aunt Barbara to drown.” +</p> +<p> +“Who knows?” answered Stephen. “People +lose their heads strangely sometimes.” +</p> +<p> +It was Alfred, destined to be a great doctor, +who set José’s leg that night. +</p> +<h2><a name='chXXIV' id='chXXIV'></a>CHAPTER XXIV—GOOD-BYE TO TEN EYCK HALL</h2> +<p> +Four days had passed since the exciting +happenings of that eventful day that had +begun with the disappearance of José, +and had ended with his discovery. +</p> +<p> +“I have much to be thankful for,” said the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> +major to Miss Sallie, who was reclining in a +steamer chair on the piazza. She had not left +her bed until the afternoon of the third day, and +was still a little shaky and nervous. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t think what they are, John,” she replied +severely. “You have had nothing but +misfortunes since we came to stay under your +roof. I hope they may end when we leave.” +</p> +<p> +“The first one,” said the major, smiling good-humoredly, +“is that I have had the privilege of +knowing how splendid American women can be +in time of danger. I always admired the women +of my country, but never so much as now,” he +added, looking fondly at his old friend. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” assented Miss Sallie proudly, “my +girls are about as fine as any to be found in the +world, I think. They are wholesome, sensible, +and never cowardly. Undoubtedly they saved +Ten Eyck Hall for you, Major, by their combined +efforts, and by Bab’s bravery in watering the +roof when the sparks began to fly.” +</p> +<p> +“You were just as wonderful as the girls, +Sallie, my dear. They tell me you superintended +the digging of the trench and managed +your men with the coolness of a general; and +that when the fire leaped over the trench you +were there with the bucket brigade to put it out. +The girls were no whit less courageous in your +day than they are now, Sallie.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span> +</p> +<p> +“And what is the second blessing you have to +be thankful for, John?” interrupted Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“That José is the boy I took him to be—a +good, honest, noble fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“I must say I liked him from the first moment +I set eyes upon him,” said Miss Stuart. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” continued the major; “his father +might well be proud of him. He deserves the +highest commendation for his forbearance and +unselfishness in regard to that brother of his.” +</p> +<p> +“How is the brother, by the way?” asked +Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“You know he was taken to the hospital the +day after he was brought here; well, the boys +went over in the car yesterday. Antonio is +much better. His sister is tending him. He is +very repentant, she says, and has consented to +go to school and turn over a new leaf. In fact, +I myself have had a long talk with him. I can +see that there is great good in the boy. It has +simply been perverted by evil associations.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah, Major,” exclaimed his old friend, smiling +indulgently as she tapped his arm with her +fan, “you are truly the most optimistic soul in +the world. I hope all your golden dreams about +this wretched boy’s future will come true. But +what about his sister!” +</p> +<p> +“José is anxious for her to go to a school in +America. He believes she could not endure the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span> +restraint of a European school after her free, +open-air life. She is only too anxious. She +wants to cultivate her voice, and the old grandmother +appears really relieved at the turn affairs +have taken. She was willing to concede +anything to keep the grandson out of jail.” +</p> +<p> +“Then my Ruth will not be able to gratify +her whim to educate the Gypsy girl,” pursued +Miss Sallie. +</p> +<p> +“Not exactly,” replied the major. “José’s +father is very well-to-do, as the world goes, but +Ruth is to take charge of Zerlina’s education +and look after her generally. She has asked +José to allow her that privilege, as she put it.” +</p> +<p> +Just then the girls came around the corner of +the piazza, after a stroll in the garden. +</p> +<p> +“How fresh and delicious the air is since the +rain!” exclaimed Barbara. “There is still a +faint smell of burning. Do you think all the +trees in the forest will die, Major?” +</p> +<p> +“Old Adam says they will not,” answered the +major. “A three months’ unbroken drought +will dry up almost anything but trees. Now, +while the underbrush and dried fern burned like +tinder, the fire hardly touched the trees. It was +those dead bramble hedges dividing the fields +and the dried meadow grass that did the most +damage, because the sparks from them ignited +the garage and the roof of the stable.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am glad papa and Mrs. Thurston were not +uneasy about us,” observed Ruth. “If they had +read the papers before you telegraphed, Major, +they would have been frantic, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +“Make way for the Duke of Granada,” called +Jimmie’s cheerful voice from the hall, and presently +he appeared, pushing José, done up in bandages +and lying flat on his back, on a rolling cot +used by some invalid of the Ten Eyck family +long since dead and gone. +</p> +<p> +“José, my boy,” exclaimed the major, going +to the foot of the cot to ease it as it passed over +the door sill, “do you think this is safe?” +</p> +<p> +“The doctor says it will not hurt him,” replied +Jimmie. “He needs company, but we +won’t let him stay long.” +</p> +<p> +José smiled up at the faces leaning over him. +</p> +<p> +“You have all been so good to me,” he said. +“I want to thank you for your kindness and for +believing in me when my character looked black +enough to have condemned me without any more +proof. And I want to thank you for my brother, +too, and my poor little sister.” +</p> +<p> +His eyes filled with tears. +</p> +<p> +“There, there,” cried the major, pressing the +boy’s hand. “It’s a little enough we have done, +I’m sure. I only wish we could have saved you +from your tumble,” he added, gazing sadly +toward the right wing of Ten Eyck Hall. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span> +</p> +<p> +“And is it really true that our friends are going +to leave us this afternoon?” asked José. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” answered the major; “all our girls +and boys are going. We shall be lonesome +enough when they are gone.” +</p> +<p> +There was the sound of a motor horn down +the avenue. +</p> +<p> +“Ah, here comes Stephen at last. I was afraid +he would be late,” said Major Ten Eyck, as his +automobile pulled up at the door and Stephen, +Martin and Alfred jumped out. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve got them, uncle,” cried Stephen. +“They arrived this morning.” And he handed +his uncle a registered package carefully done +up and sealed with red sealing wax. +</p> +<p> +The major took the box and disappeared into +the house while the boys exchanged significant +looks. +</p> +<p> +“Stephen,” said Bab, as they strolled down +to the end of the-piazza while the others were +examining the morning papers and reading their +mail, “did you ever ask José where he was the +morning we went to see the hermit!” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes,” replied her friend; “or, rather, +he told me without being asked. He was to meet +his brother by appointment at the haunted pool. +I suppose he was there too soon, because Antonio +chose to inflict us with his antics before he +went to see José, who heard a great deal of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span> +nonsense, so he said, and there was a quarrel +afterwards, a very bitter one, and José threatened +to give Antonio over to the authorities unless +he consented to give up his lawless life. +Zerlina was hovering around later, and heard +the pistol shots after the fight with the tramps. +She thought, of course, it was a duel between +her two brothers. That is why she paid you +the mysterious visit and tried to read the note.” +</p> +<p> +“How does Antonio strike you?” asked Bab. +</p> +<p> +“Just as a mischievous boy might. I think he +will outgrow his vicious tendencies now that he +has been taken hold of. For one thing he no +longer hates poor old José. I told him, plainly, +what a fine fellow his brother was, and that it +was only on José’s account we were not going +to have him arrested. He seemed to be a good +deal impressed, I think.” +</p> +<p> +“A note for you, Miss,” said John, handing +Bab a three-cornered missive on a tray. +</p> +<p> +“Will Miss Barbara Thurston grant one last +interview to an old admirer?” the note ran. +</p> +<p> +“It’s from your great-uncle,” exclaimed Bab, +giving Stephen the note to read. +</p> +<p> +Stephen smiled as his eye took in the crabbed, +old-fashioned handwriting. +</p> +<p> +“The poor old fellow can’t quite get the +proper focus as to who you really are,” he +said. “You appear to represent two Barbaras +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> +to him. But you will go over for a few minutes, +won’t you, Bab? I doubt if Uncle Stephen will +last much longer, and seeing you may be a great +comfort to him.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course I will,” Bab replied. “If seeing +me can bring a ray of pleasure into his life, I am +glad enough to be able to do it. I should like +to take him a few flowers. I know he loves them. +Suppose we get some honeysuckle and late roses +out of the garden before we go.” +</p> +<p> +Together they strolled toward the major’s +garden, which the flames had spared, partly because +it was protected by a high brick wall on +three sides, and partly owing to a daily watering +it had received from the gardener. +</p> +<p> +With Stephen’s penknife they clipped a bunch +of dewy white roses with yellow centers, and a +few sprays of honeysuckle whose fragrance was +overpoweringly sweet. +</p> +<p> +The old man was watching for the young people +at the window when the attendant opened +the door for them. He came forward with some +of the major’s grace and took Barbara’s hand +in his. +</p> +<p> +“It was very good of you to come,” he said. +“I heard you were going, and I wanted to say +a last good-bye. I feel happier than I have felt +in many years. You have forgiven me, have +you not, little Barbara?” he went on, his mind +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span> +confusing her again with that other Barbara +whose tragic death had bereft him of his reason. +“And you have brought me the roses, +too?” +</p> +<p> +She nodded her head. +</p> +<p> +“Did they come from the bush near the arbor?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she replied, wondering a little. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you remember that it was our bush, +the one we chose when you were here on a visit? +Our white rose bush, Barbara. That you +should not have forgotten, after all these years!” +Then his memory came back. “But what am +I saying?” he exclaimed. “My mind often gets +confused. It was the likeness, I suppose. I +want you to see this portrait of your grand-aunt.” +</p> +<p> +He went over to a desk near the window and +drew from one of its drawers an old daguerreotype. +</p> +<p> +“It is very, very like,” he murmured, as he +handed it to Barbara. +</p> +<p> +It was, indeed, even more like the present Bab +than the miniature which the hermit had treasured +during his years of solitude. +</p> +<p> +“I want you to keep this picture, Barbara,” +said Stephen’s uncle. “I have another one, and +it will be a pleasure to me, at the last, to know +that it belongs to another Barbara Thurston. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238'></a>238</span> +This ring must also be yours.” He drew from +the desk a little black velvet case. “It was a +ring I gave to her after we were engaged. Will +you wear it for me!” +</p> +<p> +Barbara opened the case and slipped the ring +on her finger. It was a very old ring of beaten +silver with a sapphire setting. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” she said and gave him her +hand. +</p> +<p> +“Good-bye, little Barbara!” cried the old +man. “You have brought peace to me at last. +You and my dear friend, Richard. I have +changed a great deal, you see,” he was lapsing +back into the old mania, “but you are as young +and pretty as ever, Barbara.” +</p> +<p> +“It is time to go,” whispered Stephen, hurriedly. +The attendant had already opened the +door for them and they slipped out together. +</p> +<p> +“The hermit has promised to come and see +him every day,” said Stephen, as they hastened +through the passage. “Indeed, Uncle John has +invited the hermit to live at Ten Eyck Hall for +the rest of his days, and he has all but consented. +He is a wonderful old man, I think, and whether +he swam off and left ‘you’ or not, he has atoned +for it after all these years.” +</p> +<p> +“Stephen,” replied Barbara, “I shall never +believe that he did that, no matter if he were to +tell me so himself.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span> +</p> +<p> +They reached the piazza just in time to hear +Miss Sallie saying: +</p> +<p> +“Girls, I think we had better go up and get +ready for the trip, before luncheon is announced. +We want to start promptly, this time, even if +we shall have such an excellent guard of young +men. José, I am sorry you are not well enough +to come in to our last meal,” she added, turning +to the sick boy and taking his hand. “But we +shall run up and say good-bye to you before we +leave, and if ever you go as far west as Chicago, +I want you to come and see us. Perhaps Ruth +and I shall see you and your father this autumn +when we are in Europe.” +</p> +<p> +“Indeed, I hope you will come to Madrid and +visit at my home,” cried José. “Will you not +arrange it?” +</p> +<p> +“That would be delightful” said Miss Sallie, +“but we shall be over only for six weeks. We +must return in time for Ruth’s school, you +know.” +</p> +<p> +The last luncheon at Ten Eyck Hall was a +very gay one. The dangers of the previous +week were over and the mysteries cleared away. +</p> +<p> +The major fairly beamed on his guests across +the hospitable board. +</p> +<p> +“It must have been Miss Sallie’s fault,” +thought Mollie, watching his handsome face +with a secret admiration. “He is certainly the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span> +dearest old man alive. I wonder if she isn’t +sorry now?” +</p> +<p> +And as if in answer to her unspoken question, +she heard Miss Sallie saying: +</p> +<p> +“John, I hope this is not the last visit you will +let us make to Ten Eyck Hall. In spite of its +fires and tramps I should like to come again.” +</p> +<p> +“I should be the happiest man in the world +if you only would,” he answered. “I am greatly +relieved that you haven’t got an everlasting +prejudice against it.” +</p> +<p> +“When I settle down for the winter,” Jimmie +Butler was heard to remark above the hum of +conversation, “I mean to take up a certain study +and not leave off studying it until I have graduated +with diploma and honors.” +</p> +<p> +“What is it, Jimmie?” demanded the others. +</p> +<p> +“Prize fighting,” he replied. “I intend to +learn wrestling and boxing, likewise just plain +hair-pulling and scratching. Prize fighting in +all its varieties for me before another year rolls +round.” +</p> +<p> +“You will have to go into training, then, +Jim,” exclaimed Alfred. “You will not be permitted +to eat anything you like and not too +much of anything else.” +</p> +<p> +“No more hot bread for you, Jimmie,” continued +Stephen. “No more waffles and Johnnie-cakes. +You will have to punch the bag +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span> +mornings, when you would rather be sleeping, +and give up theatres in the evenings for early +bedtime. It’s a fearful life, my boy.” +</p> +<p> +“Be that as it may,” persisted Jimmie, “I’m +going to learn how to deal a blow that will give +a man a black eye the first time, and if ever I +get hold of that wiry individual who gave me +these in the woods, yonder,” he pointed to his +red nose and discolored eye, “he’ll get such a +‘licking’ as he’ll remember to his last hour. +Even Stephen’s giant won’t be a match for me.” +</p> +<p> +There was joyous laughter at this, followed by +remarks from Martin and Alfred of a rather +sarcastic character, such as “Give it to him, Jimmie! +Give him a bump in the ribs!” +</p> +<p> +“I am going to have the woods patrolled, hereafter, +in the summer time,” observed the major, +“and all dangerous characters will be excluded. +The next time we have a house party there will +be no tramps to threaten my guests.” +</p> +<p> +“By the way,” said Stephen, “the giant +tramp is in the hospital now. He was drunk +when the fire started, and fell asleep. He was +badly burned and almost suffocated, but his +poor, long-suffering wife managed to save him +somehow. The other two had left him to die.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you have him arrested when he gets +well, Major?” asked Ruth. +</p> +<p> +“No,” replied the major, somewhat confused. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span> +“I suppose I should, but he tells me he was despoiled +of his living by a dishonest master, and +I have concluded to make it up to him for being +richer than he is by giving him something to do. +We have several farms back in the country and +I have put him in charge of the smallest one. It +seems that farming is the very thing he wants +to do more than anything else in life. He will +have to travel a good distance before he can get +anything to drink, and his wife is the happiest +woman over the prospect you ever saw.” +</p> +<p> +“Major, major!” protested Miss Sallie. +“What will you do next?” +</p> +<p> +“Ah, well,” exclaimed the major, “it is good +to be able to give a man a chance to earn an honest +living, especially if he wants to take it. And, +when this poor wretch heard about that bit of +land and little cottage back yonder in the hills, +he looked as if he had had a glimpse of heaven. +His wife told me that he had really tried, again +and again to find something to do; but indoor +life was very irksome to him because he had been +brought up on a farm, and working in factories +and foundries had been his undoing.” +</p> +<p> +“Stephen, how do you feel about it?” asked +Alfred. “He was your opponent in the fight, +you know.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I don’t mind,” replied Stephen. “He +didn’t give me a black eye, and I am glad for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243'></a>243</span> +him to earn an honest living. Uncle’s a +brick.” +</p> +<p> +When the meal was over Major Ten Eyck rose +from the table, clearing his throat as if he were +about to make a speech, which indeed he was. +</p> +<p> +“I have something to say before this party +breaks up, for myself and the boys. We want +to express to you, how deeply grateful we feel to +you, Miss Sallie and ‘The Automobile Girls,’ +for what you have done for us. +</p> +<p> +“You have saved our old home for us, at the +risk of your own precious lives, and there is +nothing we can really do or say to show how +much we appreciate it. The place has been in +the family ever since there were any Ten Eycks +to live in it. I was born here and I love it, and +I hope to end my days here——” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t speak as if you were on the brink of +the grave, Major, I beg of you,” protested Miss +Sallie. “You are not many years older than I +am, and I certainly will not allow such mournful +thoughts to trouble me so soon.” +</p> +<p> +“You will always be young, Sallie,” replied +the gallant major. +</p> +<p> +“You are nothing but a boy yourself, John,” +replied Miss Stuart, blushing in spite of herself, +while the young people exchanged stealthy +smiles at these elderly compliments. +</p> +<p> +“I was saying,” continued the major, who remained standing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244'></a>244</span> +to finish his speech, “that there +was nothing we could do, the boys and I, to show +how we feel in this matter. But when you wear +these little ornaments” (here the major handed +Miss Sallie and each of the girls a little jeweler’s +box) “we hope you will remember that we are +your devoted friends always. It was Stephen’s +idea, and there was not much time to get them, +but the jeweler undertook a rush order for us, +and I hope they are all right.” +</p> +<p> +“Hurray!” cried Jimmie, rolling his napkin +into a ball and tossing it into the air. +</p> +<p> +There were cries of pleasure when the boxes +gave up their treasures, small gold firemen’s helmets +studded with pearls and a row of rubies on +the curve of the brim. +</p> +<p> +As if this were not enough, John came in with +a tray of bouquets, each one different, as on a +former occasion. The major had picked and arranged +the flowers himself for Miss Sallie and +“The Automobile Girls,” as a last reminder of +Ten Eyck Hall, he said. +</p> +<p> +“It is worth while going into the firemen’s +business, if one is to be so well repaid,” exclaimed +Ruth. +</p> +<p> +Bab felt particularly rich in souvenirs of +her visit, with a picture of a new and hitherto +unknown great-aunt, a ring and a beautiful +pin. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245'></a>245</span> +</p> +<p> +“We are all much too excited to thank you +properly, Major,” she said. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t want any thanks, my dear child,” +replied the major. “I wish to avoid them.” +</p> +<p> +“Somebody should make a speech,” cried +Jimmie’s voice above the jollity. “I think I’ll +be the one.” He cleared his throat. “Major +John Ten Eyck,” he said bowing toward the +major, “I know these young ladies appreciate +deeply the handsome souvenirs you have bestowed +upon them, but youth and inexperience +have tied their tongues. However, mine is +loosened and I wish to thank you a thousand +times for the souvenirs which I also am carrying +away from Ten Eyck Hall, namely my beautiful +ruby nose and my blue enameled eyes.” +</p> +<p> +There was more laughter and more exchange +of jokes and fun, when Martin who had slipped +out of the room for a moment, returned with a +small bundle which he handed to Jimmie. +</p> +<p> +“We’ll give you a booby prize, Jimmie,” he +said, “since the ladies have been awarded the +first prize.” +</p> +<p> +Jimmie opened the bundle and drew forth a +boxing glove which he put on immediately and +chased Martin out of the room. This was the +signal for the breaking up of the lunch party. +</p> +<p> +The boxes and suit cases were already piled +in their accustomed place on the back of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246'></a>246</span> +car and there was nothing for the girls to do but +to pin on their hats and veils, slip on their silk +dusters and go. +</p> +<p> +The servants had lined up in the hall to say +good-bye. José had begged to be permitted to +remain downstairs until after the visitors had +gone. As the automobiles sped down the +avenue, the major, standing by the sick boy’s +cot, waved good-bye from the piazza. +</p> +<p> +Only Bab saw another handkerchief waving +its pathetic farewell from a window in the right +wing. She gave an answering wave with her +own little handkerchief which she hoped the old +man would not miss. +</p> +<p> +“Good-bye to Ten Eyck Hall,” she said to +herself as she looked back at the beautiful old +house. “You are full of tragic memories, but +I love you and I would have risked much to have +saved you from crumbling to a heap of ashes.” +</p> +<p> +As they passed over the bridge and came to +the crossroads by the woods, they were stopped +by blind Jennie, who silently presented Bab and +Ruth each with a small cross she herself had +carved from wood. Then to Bab she gave a +beautiful bunch of yellow roses, which the hermit +had begged the girl to accept with his best +wishes. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247'></a>247</span><a name='chXXV' id='chXXV'></a>CHAPTER XXV—CONCLUSION</h2> +<p> +In spite of the strange chain of events following +so closely on each other’s heels, “The +Automobile Girls” had only pleasant memories +of Ten Eyck Hall and its occupants. +</p> +<p> +Among their trips they counted this as one +of the most interesting, but Ruth, who was ever +planning future surprises, had a plan that would +outdo all other visits. This was nothing less +than a journey to her own home, Chicago. +</p> +<p> +This excursion, every moment of which was +to throb with interest for our four girls, involved +the attempt to discover a hidden treasure +buried in what had once been the prairie home +of an old Illinois family. These adventures, with +exciting scenes on the Stock Exchange where +Barbara Thurston learned of a plot to ruin her +friends, and much more, all is vividly described +in the next volume of this series: +</p> +<p> +“The Automobile Girls at Chicago; or, +Winning Out Against Heavy Odds.” +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p>THE END.</p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +Henry Altemus Company’s Catalogue Of +</p> +<p> +THE BEST AND LEAST EXPENSIVE BOOKS +</p> +<p> +FOR REAL BOYS AND GIRLS +</p> +<p> +Really good and new stories for boys and girls are not +plentiful. Many stories, too, are so highly improbable as +to bring a grin of derision to the young reader’s face before +he has gone far. The name of ALTEMUS is a distinctive +brand on the cover of a book, always ensuring +the buyer of having a book that is up-to-date and fine +throughout. No buyer of an ALTEMUS book is ever +disappointed. +</p> +<p> +Many are the claims made as to the inexpensiveness +of books. 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The stories are wonderfully +entertaining, and they are at the same time sound and wholesome. +No boy will willingly lay down an unfinished book in this +series. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OF THE KENNEBEC; Or, The Secret of Smugglers’ Island. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET; Or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB OFF LONG ISLAND; Or, A Daring Marine Game at Racing Speed. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AND THE WIRELESS; Or, The Dot, Dash and Dare Cruise. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +5 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB IN FLORIDA; Or, Laying the Ghost of Alligator Swamp. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +6 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT THE GOLDEN GATE; Or, A Thrilling Capture in the Great Fog. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +7 THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB ON THE GREAT LAKES; Or, The Flying Dutchman of the Big Fresh Water. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>The Range and Grange Hustlers</b> +</p> +<p> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN +</p> +<p> +Have you any idea of the excitements, the glories of life on great +ranches in the West? Any bright boy will “devour” the books of +this series, once he has made a start with the first volume. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE RANCH; Or, The Boy Shepherds of the Great Divide. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS’ GREATEST ROUND-UP; Or, Pitting Their Wits Against a Packers’ Combine. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS ON THE PLAINS; Or, Following the Steam Plows Across the Prairie. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE RANGE AND GRANGE HUSTLERS AT CHICAGO; Or, The Conspiracy of the Wheat Pit. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Submarine Boys Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By VICTOR G. 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IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +The reading boy will be a voter within a few years; these books +are bound to make him think, and when he casts his vote he will +do it more intelligently for having read these volumes. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS WAKE UP; Or, Fighting the Trolley Franchise Steal. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS SMASH THE RING; Or, In the Lists Against the Crooked Land Deal. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Ben Lightbody Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By WALTER BENHAM +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 BEN LIGHTBODY, SPECIAL; Or, Seizing His First Chance to Make Good. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 BEN LIGHTBODY’S BIGGEST PUZZLE; Or, Running the Double Ghost to Earth. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Pony Rider Boys Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN +</p> +<p> +These tales may be aptly described as those of a new Cooper. In +every sense they belong to the best class of books for boys and girls. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ROCKIES; Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN TEXAS; Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN MONTANA; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE OZARKS; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +5 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ALKALI; Or, Finding a Key to the Desert Maze. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +6 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN NEW MEXICO; Or, The End of the Silver Trail. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +7 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON; Or, The Mystery of Bright Angel Gulch. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>The Boys of Steel Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By JAMES R. MEARS +</p> +<p> +The author has made of these volumes a series of romances with +scenes laid in the iron and steel world. Each book presents a vivid +picture of some phase of this great industry. The information given +is exact and truthful; above all, each story is full of adventure and +fascination. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE IRON BOYS IN THE MINES; Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE IRON BOYS AS FOREMEN; Or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE IRON BOYS ON THE ORE BOATS; Or, Roughing It on the Great Lakes. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE IRON BOYS IN THE STEEL MILLS; Or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder Pits. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>West Point Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +The principal characters in these narratives are manly, young +Americans whose doings will inspire all boy readers. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 DICK PRESCOTT’S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 DICK PRESCOTT’S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier’s Life. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 DICK PRESCOTT’S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 DICK PRESCOTT’S FOURTH YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Annapolis Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +The Spirit of the new Navy is delightfully and truthfully depicted +in these volumes. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 DAVE DARRIN’S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 DAVE DARRIN’S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy “Youngsters.” +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 DAVE DARRIN’S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 DAVE DARRIN’S FOURTH YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>The Young Engineers Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +The heroes of these stories are known to readers of the High +School Boys Series. In this new series Tom Reade and Harry +Hazelton prove worthy of all the traditions of Dick & Co. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN COLORADO; Or, At Railroad Building in Earnest. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN ARIZONA; Or, Laying Tracks on the “Man-Killer” Quicksand. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA; Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO; Or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Boys of the Army Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +These books breathe the life and spirit of the United States Army +of to-day, and the life, just as it is, is described by a master pen. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS IN THE RANKS; Or, Two Recruits in the United States Army. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY; Or, Winning Corporal’s Chevrons. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS AS SERGEANTS; Or, Handling Their First Real Commands. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 UNCLE SAM’S BOYS IN THE PHILIPPINES; Or, Following the Flag Against the Moros. +</p> +<p> +<em>(Other volumes to follow rapidly.)</em> +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Battleship Boys Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By FRANK GEE PATCHIN +</p> +<p> +These stories throb with the life of young Americans on to-day’s +huge drab Dreadnaughts. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS AT SEA; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam’s Navy. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS FIRST STEP UPWARD; Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN FOREIGN SERVICE; Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN THE TROPICS; Or, Upholding the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution. +</p> +<p> +<em>(Other volumes to follow rapidly.)</em> +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>The Meadow-Brook Girls Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By JANET ALDRIDGE +</p> +<p> +Real live stories pulsing with the vibrant atmosphere of outdoor +life. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS; Or, Fun and Frolic in the Summer Camp. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY; Or, The Young Pathfinders on a Summer Hike. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT; Or, The Stormy Cruise of the Red Rover. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>High School Boys Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +In this series of bright, crisp books a new note has been struck. +Boys of every age under sixty will be interested in these fascinating +volumes. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN; Or, Dick & Co.’s First Year Pranks and Sports. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER; Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END; Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football Gridiron. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM; Or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>Grammar School Boys Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +This series of stories, based on the actual doings of grammar +school boys, comes near to the heart of the average American boy. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY; Or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND; Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS; Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and Knowledge. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS; Or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure. +</p> +<p> +Cloth, Illustrated +</p> +<p> +Price, per Volume, 50c. +</p> +<p> + <br /> +</p> +<p> +<b>High School Boys’ Vacation Series</b> +</p> +<p> +By H. IRVING HANCOCK +</p> +<p> +“Give us more Dick Prescott books!” +</p> +<p> +This has been the burden of the cry from young readers of the +country over. Almost numberless letters have been received by the +publishers, making this eager demand; for Dick Prescott, Dave Darrin, +Tom Reade, and the other members of Dick & Co. are the most +popular high school boys in the land. Boys will alternately thrill +and chuckle when reading these splendid narratives. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +1 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ CANOE CLUB; Or, Dick & Co.’s Rivals on Lake Pleasant. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +2 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP; Or, The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +3 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ FISHING TRIP; Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness. +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +4 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ TRAINING HIKE; Or, Dick & Co. 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