With a lot of gold? asked Ruth, her eyes gleaming with hope for Neale.
This the man didnt know. All he knew was that there was a rumor that my father had struck it fairly rich and had started back toward civilization. But even that news makes me feel good. Im going to see if I can find him. I always had an idea, and so did Uncle Bill, that it was to Alaska father had gone, and this proves it.
But who is this man who gave you the news, and why doesnt he know where your father can be found? asked Ruth. Also is there anything we can do to help you, Neale?
What a lot of questions! exclaimed Agnes.
I think I can answer them, Neale said. He was calmer now, but his face still shone and his eyes sparkled under the stress of the happy excitement. The man, as I said, is a tramp. He asked me for some money. He was driving a team of mules on the canal towpath, and I happened to look at one of the animals. It reminded me of one we had in the circus a trick mule but it took only a look to show me it wasnt the same sort of kicker. I got to talking to the man, and he said he was broke only had just taken the job and the boss wouldnt advance him a cent until the end of the week. I gave him a quarter, and we got to talking. Then he told me he knew men who had been in the Klondike, and, naturally, I asked him if he had ever heard of a man named ONeil. He said he had, and then the story came out.
But how can you be sure it was your father? asked Ruth, wisely not wanting false hopes to be raised.
That was easily proved when I mentioned circus, said Neale. This tramp, Hank Dayton, he said his name was, remembered the men speaking of my father talking about circuses, and saying that he had left me in one.
That does seem to establish an identity, Ruth conceded. Where is this man Dayton now, Neale?
He had to go on with the canal boat. But I learned from him all I could. It seems sure that my father is either back here, after some years spent in Alaska, or that he will come here soon. He must have been writing to Uncle Bill, and so have learned that I came here to live. Uncle Bill knows where I am, but I dont know where he is at this moment, though I could get in touch with him. But Ill be glad to see my father again. Oh, if I could only find him!
Neale seemed to gaze afar off, over the fields and woods, as if he visualized his long-lost father coming toward him. His eyes had a dreamy look.
Cant we do something to help you? asked Ruth.
Thats what I came over about as soon as I had learned all the mule driver could tell me, went on the boy. I thought maybe we could ask Mr. Howbridge, your guardian, how to go about finding lost persons. There are ways of advertising for people who have disappeared.
There is, said Agnes. Ive often seen in the paper advertisements for missing persons who are wanted to enable an estate to be cleared up, and the last time I was in Mr. Howbridges office I heard him telling one of the clerks to have such an advertisement prepared.
Then thats what Ive got to have done! declared Neale. Ive got some money, and I can get more from Uncle Bill if I can get in touch with him. Im going to see Mr. Howbridge and start something!
He was about to leave the porch, to hasten away, when Ruth interposed.
Mr. Howbridge is coming here this afternoon, said the girl. You might stay and see him, if you like, Neale.
What, with a whole Civic Betterment Club of girls coming to the Corner House! No, thank you, he laughed. Ill see him afterward. But I have more hope now than I ever had before.
Im very glad, murmured Ruth. Mr. Howbridge will give you any help possible, Im sure. Shall I speak to him about it when he comes to advise us how to form our Civic Betterment Club?
Oh, I think not, thank you, answered Neale. Hell have enough to do this afternoon without taking on my affair. I can tell him later. But I couldnt wait to tell you.
Of course you couldnt! said Agnes. That would have been a fine way to treat me! Neale, who was Agnes special chum, in a way seemed like one of the family at least as much so as Mrs. MacCall, the housekeeper, Uncle Rufus, or Sammy Pinkney, the little fellow who lived across Willow Street, on the opposite side from the Corner House.
Well, I feel almost like another fellow now, went on Neale, as he started down the walk. Not knowing whether your father is alive or not isnt much fun.
I should say not! agreed Agnes. I wish I could ask you to stay to lunch, Neale, but
Oh, gee, Aggie! The boy laughed, and off down the street he hastened, his step light and his cheery whistle ringing out.
Isnt it wonderful! exclaimed Agnes, as she followed her sister into the house.
Yes, if only it proves true, returned the older girl, more soberly.
From the kitchen came the clatter of pans and dishes as Linda disposed of the clutter incidental to making cakes and dainties for a bevy of girls. Mrs. MacCall could be heard humming a Scotch song, and as Tess and Dot returned from the store she raised her voice in the refrain:
Thou art a gay an bonnie lass,
Thou art a gay an bonnie lass,
But thou hast a waukrife minnie.
What in the world is a waukrife minnie? demanded Agnes again, pausing in her task.
Its wakeful mother, answered Ruth. I remember now. Its in Burns poem of that name. But do hurry, please, Aggie, or the girls will be here before we can change our dresses!
The fates forbid! cried her sister, and she hastened to good advantage.
The lunch was over and the Civic Betterment League was in process of embryo formation, under the advice of Mr. Howbridge, and Ruth was earnestly presiding over the session of her girl friends in the library of the Corner House, when, from the ample yard in the rear of the old mansion, came a series of startled cries.
There was but one meaning to attach to them. The cries came from Dot and Tess, and mingled with them were the unmistakable yells of Sammy Pinkney.
At the same time Mrs. MacCall added her remonstrances to something that was going on, while Uncle Rufus, tottering his way along the hall, tapped at the door of the library and said:
Scuse me, Miss Ruth, but de chiluns done got cotched in de elevator!
The elevator! Agnes screamed. What in the world do you mean?
Yasum, dats whut it is, said the old colored man. Tess an Dot done got cotched in de elevator!
CHAPTER IV AN AUTO RIDE
Mr. Howbridge had been making an address to Ruths assembled girl chums when the interruption came. He had been telling them just how to go about it to organize the kind of society Ruth had in mind. In spite of her half refusal to attend the session, Agnes had decided to be present, and she was sitting near the door when Uncle Rufus made his statement about the two smallest Kenways being cotched.
But how can they be in an elevator? demanded Agnes. We havent an elevator on the place there hardly is one in Milton.
I dont know no mo bout it dan jest dat! declared the old colored man. Sammy he done say dey is cotched in de elevator an
Oh, Sammy! cried Agnes. If Sammy has anything to do with it you might know
She was interrupted by a further series of cries, unmistakably coming from Tess and Dot, and, mingled with their shouts of alarm, was the voice of Mrs. MacCall saying:
Come along, Ruth! Oh, Agnes! Oh, the poor bairns! Oh, the wee ones! and then she lapsed into her broadest Scotch so that none who heard understood.
Something must have happened! declared Ruth.
It is very evident, added Agnes, and the two sisters hurried out, brushing past Uncle Rufus in the hall.
Cant we do something? asked Lucy Poole, one of the guests.
Yes, we must help, added Grace Watson.
I think perhaps it will be best if you remain here, said Mr. Howbridge. I dont imagine anything very much out of the ordinary has happened, from what I know of the family, he said with a smile. Ill go and see, and if any more help is needed I shall let you young ladies know. Unless it is, the fewer on the scene the better, perhaps.
Especially if any one is hurt, murmured Clo Baker. I never could stand the sight of a child hurt.
They dont seem to have lost their voices, at any rate, remarked Lucy. Listen:
As Mr. Howbridge followed Agnes and Ruth from the room, there was borne to the ears of the assembled guests a cry of:
Let me down! Do you hear, Sammy Pinkney! Let me down!
And a voice, undoubtedly that of the Sammy in question, answered:
Im not doing anything! I cant get you down! Its Billy Bumps. He did it!
Two boys in mischief, murmured Lucy.
No, Billy is a goat, so I understand, said Clo. I hope he hasnt butted one of the children down the cistern.
And while the guests were vainly wondering what had happened, Ruth, Agnes and Mr. Howbridge saw suspended in a large clothes basket, which was attached to a rope that ran over the high limb of a great oak tree in the back yard, Tess and Dot. They were in the clothes basket, Dot with her Alice-doll clasped in her hands; and both girls were looking over the side of the hamper.
Attached to the ground end of the rope, where it was run through a pulley block, was a large goat, now contentedly chewing grass, and near the animal, with a startled look on his face, was a small boy, who, when he felt like it, answered to the name Sammy Pinkney.
Get us down! Get us down! cried Dot and Tess in a chorus, while Mrs. MacCall stood beneath them holding out her apron as if the two little girls were ripe apples ready to fall.
How did you get up there? demanded Ruth, her face paling as she saw the danger of her little sisters, for Tess and Dot were too high up for safety.
Sammy elevatored us up, explained Dot.
Well, you wanted to go! replied the small boy in self justification.
The goat kept on eating grass, of which there was an ample supply in the yard of the Corner House.
What shall we do? cried Agnes.
Run into the house and get a strong blanket or quilt, advised Mr. Howbridge quickly, but in a quiet, insistent voice which seemed to calm the excitement of every one. Bring the blanket here. We will hold it beneath the basket like a fire net, though I do not believe there is any immediate danger of the children falling. The rope seems to be firmly caught in the pulley block.
His quick eye had taken in this detail of the elevator. The rope really had jammed in the block, and, as long as it held, the basket could not descend suddenly. Even if the rope should be unexpectedly loosened, there would still be the weight of the attached goat to act as a drag on the end of the cable, thus counterbalancing, in a measure, the weight of the girls in the clothes basket.
But I dont want to take any chances, explained the lawyer. Well take hold and extend the blanket under them, in case they should fall.
I have my apron ready now! cried Mrs. MacCall. Oh, the puir bairns! What ever possit it ye twa gang an reesk their lives this way, ye tapetless one? she cried to Sammy angrily, suddenly, in her excitement, using the broadest of Scotch.
Well, they wanted to ride in an elevator, an I I made one, he declared.
And that is just what he had done. Whether it was his idea or that of Tess and Dot did not then develop. What Sammy had done was to take the largest clothes basket, getting it unobserved when Mrs. MacCall and Linda were busy over Ruths party. He had fastened the basket to a long rope, which had been thrown over the high limb of the oak tree. Then Sammy had passed the rope through a pulley block, obtained no one knew where, and had hitched to the cable the goat, Billy Bumps.
By walking away from the tree Billy had pulled on the rope. The straightaway pull was transformed, by virtue of the pulley, into an upward motion, and the basket ascended. It had formed the elevator to which Uncle Rufus alluded.
And, really, it did elevate Dot and Tess. They had been pulled up and had descended as Sammy made the goat back, thus releasing the pull on the rope. All had gone well for several trips until the rope jammed in the pulley, thus leaving the two girls suspended in the basket at the highest point. Their screams, the fright of Sammy, the alarms of Uncle Rufus and Mrs. MacCall had followed in quick succession.
Heres the blanket! cried Agnes speeding to the scene with a large woolen square under her arm. Have they fallen yet?
Behind her came stringing the guests. It had been impossible for them to remain in the library with their minds on civic betterment ideas when they heard what had happened.
Well, did you ever! cried one of the number in astonishment.
What can it mean? burst out a second.
Looks to me like an amateur circus, giggled a third. She was a lighthearted girl and had not taken much of an interest in the rather dry meeting.
Those children will be hurt, cried a nervous lady. Oh, dear, why did they let them do such an awful thing as that?
I think they did it on their own account, said another lady. Our Tommy is just like that into mischief the minute your back is turned.
Im glad they came! said Mr. Howbridge. They may all take hold of the edges of the blanket and extend it as firemen do the life net. You may stand aside now, Mrs. MacCall, if you will, he told the Scotch housekeeper, and not until then did she lower her apron and move out from under the swaying basket, murmuring as she did so something about Sammy being a tapetless gowk who needed a crummock or a good flyte, by which the girls understood that the boy in question was a senseless dolt who needed a severe whipping or a good scolding.
Ruth, Agnes and the guests took hold of the heavy blanket and held it under the basket as directed by Mr. Howbridge. Then, seeing there would be little danger to the children in case the basket should suddenly fall, the lawyer directed Sammy to loosen the goat from the rope.
Hell run if I do, objected Sammy.
Let him run, you ninnie! cried Mrs. MacCall. An if ever ye fetchet him yon again Ill Ill
But she could not call up a sufficiently severe punishment, and had to subside.
Meanwhile the mischievous boy had led Billy Bumps off to one side, by the simple process of loosening the rope from the wagon harness to which it was fastened. Mr. Howbridge then took a firm hold of the cable and, after loosening it from where it had jammed in the pulley block, he braced his feet in the earth, against the downward pull of the basket, and so gently lowered Tess and Dot to the ground.
Im never going to play with you again, Sammy Pinkney! cried Tess, climbing out of the basket and shaking her finger at the boy.
Nor me, either! added Dot, smoothing out the rumpled dress of her Alice-doll.
Well, you asked me to make some fun and I did, Sammy defended himself.