Part 2 (2/2)
”Them sidehills sort o' break the winds, Miss,” explained Mr. Hicks. ”We sometimes git some wind out yere-yes, ma'am! You'd be surprised.”
They rode down to the big house and found a wide-smiling Mexican woman waiting for them on the porch. Jane Ann greeted her as ”Maria” and Hicks sent her back to the kitchen to hurry supper. But everybody about the place, even Maria's husband, the ”horse wrangler,” a sleek looking Mexican with rings in his ears and a broken nose, found a chance to welcome the returned runaway.
”My! it's great to be a female prodigal, isn't it?” demanded Heavy, poking Jane Ann with her forefinger. ”Aren't you glad you ran away East?”
The Western girl took it good-naturedly. ”I'm glad I came back, anyway,”
she acknowledged. ”And I'm awfully glad Ruth and Helen and you-all could come with me.”
”Well, we're here, and I'm delighted,” cried Helen Cameron. ”But I didn't really expect either Ruth or Mary c.o.x would come. Mary's got such trouble at home; and Ruth's uncle is just as cross as he can be.”
Ruth heard that and shook her head, for all the girls were sitting on the wide veranda of the ranch-house after removing the traces of travel and getting into the comfortable ”hack-about” frocks that Jane Ann had advised them to bring with them.
”Uncle Jabez is in great trouble, sure,” Ruth said. ”Losing money-and a whole lot of money, too, as he has-is a serious matter. Uncle Jabez could lose lots of things better than he can money, for he loves money so!”
”My gracious, Ruth,” exclaimed Helen, with a sniff, ”you'd find an excuse for a dog's running mad, I do believe! You are bound to see the best side of anybody.”
”What you say isn't very clear,” laughed her chum, good-humoredly; ”but I guess I know what you mean, and thank you for the compliment. I only hope that uncle's investment in the Tintacker Mine will come out all right in the end.”
Mary c.o.x, ”The Fox,” sat next to Ruth, and at this she turned to listen to the chums. Her sharp eyes sparkled and her face suddenly grew pale, as Ruth went on:
”I expect Uncle Jabez allowed me to come out here partly because that mine he invested in is supposed to be somewhere in this district.”
”Oh!” said Helen. ”A real mine?”
”That is what is puzzling Uncle Jabez, as I understand it,” said Ruth soberly. ”He isn't sure whether it is a _real_ mine, or not. You see, he is very close mouthed, as well as close in money matters. He never said much to me about it. But old Aunt Alvirah told me all she knew.
”You see, that young man came to the mill as an agent for a vacuum cleaner, and he talked Uncle Jabez into buying one for Aunt Alvirah.
Now, you must know he was pretty smart to talk money right out of Uncle's pocket for any such thing as that,” and Ruth laughed; but she became grave in a moment, and continued:
”Not that he isn't as kind as he knows how to be to Aunt Alvirah; but the fact that the young man made his sale so quickly gave Uncle Jabez a very good opinion of his ability. So they got to talking, and the young man told uncle about the Tintacker Mine.”
”Gold or silver?” asked Helen.
”Silver. The young fellow was very enthusiastic. He knew something about mines, and he had been out here to see this one. It had been the only legacy, so he said, that his father had left his family. He was the oldest, and the only boy, and his mother and the girls depended upon him. Their circ.u.mstances were cramped, and if he could not work this Tintacker Mine he did not know how he should support the family. There was money needed to develop the mine and-I am not sure-but I believe there was some other man had a share in it and must be bought out. At least, uncle furnished a large sum of money.”
”And then?” demanded Helen Cameron.
”Why, then the young man came out this way. Aunt Alvirah said that Uncle Jabez got one letter from Denver and another from a place called b.u.t.te, Montana. Then nothing more came. Uncle's letters have been unanswered.
That's ever since some time last winter. You see, uncle hates to spend more money, I suppose. He maybe doesn't know how to have the mine searched for. But he told me that the young man said something about going to Bullhide, and I am going to try to find out if anybody knows anything about the Tintacker Mine the first time we drive over to town.”
All this time Mary c.o.x had been deeply interested in what Ruth said. It was not often that The Fox paid much attention to Ruth Fielding, for she held a grudge against the girl of the Red Mill, and had, on several occasions, been very mean to Ruth. On the other hand, Ruth had twice aided in saving The Fox from drowning, and had the latter not been a very mean-spirited girl she would have been grateful to Ruth.
About the time that Ruth had completed her story of the Tintacker Mine and the utter disappearance of the young man who had interested her Uncle Jabez in that mysterious silver horde, Jane Ann called them all to supper. A long, low-ceiled, cool apartment was the dining-room at Silver Ranch. Through a long gallery the Mexican woman shuffled in with the hot viands from the kitchen. Two little dark-skinned boys helped her; they were Maria's children.
At supper Mr. Hicks took the head of the long table and Jane Ann did the honors at the other end. There were the Cameron twins, and Madge and Bob, and Jennie Stone and Mary c.o.x, beside Ruth Fielding herself. It was a merry party and they sat long over the meal; before they arose from the table, indeed, much shuffling and low voices and laughter, together with tobacco smoke, announced the presence of some of the cowboys outside.
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