Chapter 7 WHAT TOM CAMERON SAW

Of course, Ruth was not at all sure that she could do anything for Sadie Raby if she found her. Perhaps, as Helen said, she was fond of shouldering other people's burdens.

It did seem to the girl of the Red Mill as though it were a very dreadful thing for Sadie to be wandering about the country all alone, and without means to feed herself, or get anything like proper shelter.

In her secret heart Ruth was thinking that she might have been as wild and neglected if Uncle Jabez, with all his crankiness, had not taken her in and given her a home at the Red Mill.

They stopped and saw Ruth's old school teacher and then, it being past mid-afternoon, Helen turned the headlights of the car toward home again. As the machine slid so smoothly along the road toward the Lumano and the Red Mill, Ruth suddenly uttered a cry and pointed ahead. A huge dog had leaped out of a side road and stood, barring their way and barking.

"Reno! dear old fellow!" Ruth said, as Helen shut off the power. "He knows us."

"Tom must be near, then. That's the Wilkins Corner road," Helen observed.

As the car came to a halt and the big mastiff tried to jump in and caress the girls with his tongue-poor fellow! he knew no better, though Helen scolded him-Ruth stood up and shouted for her friend's twin brother.

"Tom! Tom! A rescue! a rescue! We're being eaten up by a great four-legged beast-get down, Reno! Oh, don't!"

She fell back in her seat, laughing merrily, and keeping the big dog off with both hands. A cheery whistle came from the wood. Reno started and turned to look. He had had his master back for only a day, but Tom's word was always law to the big mastiff.

"Down, sir!" sang out Tom Cameron, and then he burst into view.

"Oh, Tom! what a sight you are!" gasped Ruth.

"My goodness me!" exclaimed his sister. "Have you been in a fight?"

"Down, Reno!" commanded her brother again. He came striding toward them. If he had not been so disheveled, anybody could have seen that, dressed in his sister's clothes, and she in his, one could scarcely have told them apart. A boy and a girl never could look more alike than Tom and Helen Cameron.

"What has happened to you?" demanded Ruth, quite as anxious as Tom's own sister.

"Look like I'd been monkeying with the buzz-saw-eh?" he demanded, but a little ruefully. "Say! I've had a time. If it hadn't been for Reno--"

"Why, Reno has hurt himself, too!" exclaimed Ruth, hopping out of the car and for the first time noticing that there was a cake of partially dried blood on the dog's shoulder.

"He isn't hurt much. And neither am I. Only my clothes torn--"

"And your face scratched!" ejaculated Helen.

"Oh-well-that's nothing. That was an accident. She didn't mean to do it."

"Who didn't mean to do it? What are you talking about?" screamed his sister, at last fully aroused. "You've been in some terrible danger, Tom Cameron."

"No, I haven't," returned Tom, beginning to grin again. "Just been playing the chivalrous knight."

"And got his face scratched!" tittered Ruth.

"Aw-well-- Now wait! let me tell you," he began.

"Now he's going to make excuses," cried Helen. "You have gotten into trouble, you reckless boy, and want to make light of it."

"Gee! I'd like to see you make light of it," exclaimed Tom, with some vexation. "If you can make head or tail of it-- And that girl!"

"There he goes again," said Ruth. "He has got to tell us. It is about a girl," and she laughed, teasingly.

"Say! I don't know which one of you is the worse," said Tom, ruefully. "Listen, will you?"

"Go ahead," said Helen, solemnly.

"Well, Reno and I were hiking along the Wilkins Corner road yonder. It was just about where your Uncle Jabe's wagon, Ruth, knocked me down into the gully that time-remember?"

Ruth nodded.

"Well, I heard somebody scream. It was a girl. Reno began to growl and I held him back till I located the trouble. There was a campfire down under that bank and the scream came from that direction.

"'Go to it, old boy!' I says, and let Reno go. I had no reason to believe there was real trouble," Tom said, wagging his head. "But I followed him down the bank just the same, for although Reno wouldn't bite anybody unless he had to, he does look ugly-to strangers.

"Well, what do you think? There were a couple of tramps at the fire, and Reno was holding them off from a girl. He showed his teeth all right, and one of them had his knife out. He was an ugly looking customer."

"My goodness! a girl?" gasped his sister. "What sort of a looking girl?"

"She wasn't bad looking," Tom said. "Younger than us-mebbe twelve, or so. But she'd been sleeping out in her clothes-you could see she had. And her face and hands were dirty.

"'What were they trying to do to you?' I asked her.

"'Trying to get my money,' says she. 'I ain't got much, but you bet I want that little.'

"'I guess you can keep it,' I said. 'But if I were you, I'd hike out of this.'

"'I'm going to,' says she. 'I'm going just as fast as I can to the railroad and jump a train. These fellers have been bothering me all day. I'm glad you came along. Thanks.'

"And with that she started to move off. But the tramps were real ugly, and one of them jumped for her. I tripped him up," said Tom, grinning again now in remembrance of the row, "and then there certainly was a fuss."

"Oh, Tom!" murmured Helen.

"Well, I had Reno, didn't I? The man I tripped fell into the fire, but was more scared than hurt. But the other fellow-the one with the knife-slashed at Reno, and cut him.

"Well! you never saw such a girl as that tramping girl was--"

"What's that?" gasped Ruth. "Oh, Helen!"

"It might be Sadie Raby-eh?" queried her chum.

"Hel-lo!" exclaimed Master Tom, turning curious. "What do you girls know about her? Sadie Raby-that's what she said her name was."

"My goodness me! What do you think of that?" cried his sister.

"And where is she now?" demanded Ruth.

"Aw, wait till I tell you all about it," complained Tom. "You girls take the wind all out of my sails."

"All right. Go ahead," begged his sister.

"So, that Sadie girl, she came back to my help, and when one of the fellows had me down, and Reno was holding the other by the wrist, she started to dig into the face of the rascal who held me. And once she scratched me by mistake," added Tom, laughing.

"But between us-mostly through Reno's help-we frightened them off. They hobbled away through the bushes. Then I took her to the railroad, and waited at the tank till a train came along and stopped."

"And put her aboard, Tom!" cried Ruth.

"Yes. It was a freight. I bribed the conductor with two dollars to let her ride as far as Campton. I knew those two tramps would never catch her there. Why! what's the matter?"

"Goodness me!" exclaimed Helen, with disgust. "Doesn't it take a boy to spoil everything?"

"Why-what?" began Tom.

"And her name was Sadie Raby?" demanded Ruth.

"That's what she said."

"We just wanted to see her, that's all," said his sister. "Ruth did, anyway. And I'd have been glad to help her."

"Well, I helped her, didn't I?" demanded Tom, rather doggedly.

"Yes. Just like a boy. What do you suppose is to become of a girl like her traveling around the country?"

"She seemed to want to get to Campton real bad. I reckon she has folks there," said Tom, slowly.

"She's got no folks-if her story is true," said Ruth, quietly, "save two little brothers."

"And they're twins, like us, Tom," said Helen, eagerly. "Oh, dear! it's too bad Ruth and I didn't come across Sadie, instead of you."

Tom began to laugh at that. "You'd have had a fine time getting her away from those tramps," he scoffed. "She didn't have but a little money, and they would have stolen that from her if it hadn't been for Reno and me."