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There was a large party of picnickers that had come together and that made one end of the grounds very lively. There was an orchestra with them and they usurped the dancing pavilion. Not that Ruth or Agnes would have danced here; neither Mr. Howbridge nor Mrs. MacCall would have approved; nor did Mrs. Heard countenance dancing in such a public place. But after they had all been out in boats on the river, and had eaten their lunch, and enjoyed the swings, and strolled through the pleasant paths of the Grove, it was only natural that the two older Kenways should wish to see the dancing. They had no idea that the crowd about the pavilion was rowdyish.
Neale was busy with the car in preparation for their return to Milton. The little girls were watching him at work, and Mrs. Heard was resting in the car, too. So Ruth and Agnes went alone down to the pavilion.
Dear me, sighed Agnes. I really wish we could have just one spin on the floor just us two. That music makes my feet fairly itch .
You will have to possess your soul with patience or else scratch your poor little feet, laughed her sister. To think of your wanting to dance here ! I am afraid all these people especially the boys are not nice.
I dont care. I dont want to dance with them , pouted Agnes. Only with you. I just love to dance to this piece the orchestra is playing.
Save it till next weeks school dance, laughed Ruth. Oh!
Her startled ejaculation was brought out by the appearance of a strange young man at her elbow. He was really not a nice looking fellow at all, his face was unpleasantly freckled, and the corners of his lips and the ends of the first three fingers of his right hand were stained deeply by the use of cigarettes.
Aftnoon! said this stranger, affably. Want a whirl? The floors fine come on in.
Agnes, who was much more timid in reality than she usually appeared, shrank from the fellow, trying to draw Ruth with her.
Let
the kid wait for us, suggested the freckled young man, leering good-naturedly enough at Agnes, and probably not at all aware that he was distasteful to the Kenway girls. We can have one whirl.
I am much obliged to you, Ruth said, rather falteringly. I would rather not.
Aw, say just a turn. Dont throw me down, said the fellow, his eyes becoming suddenly hard and the smile beginning to disappear from his face.
No, thank you. Neither my sister nor I wish to dance here, said Ruth, growing bolder and more indignant.
Dont tell me you dont know how to dance? growled the freckled one.
I dont tell you anything, but that we do not wish to dance, and Ruth tried to turn away from him.
The fellow stepped directly in their path. They were just on the fringe of loiterers about the pavilion. Agnes clapped a hand upon her lips to keep from screaming.
Aw, come on, said the fellow, laying a detaining hand upon Ruths arm.
Then something very unexpected, but very welcome, happened. Mrs. Heard, seeing a hands breadth of cloud in the sky and fearing a thunder storm, had sent Neale ONeil scurrying for the girls. He came to the spot before this affair could go any farther.
Hullo! he exclaimed, sharply. Whats this?
This this gentleman, said Ruth, faintly, offers to dance with me, but I tell him no.
What are you butting in for, kid? demanded the freckled young fellow, thrusting his jaw forward in an ugly manner. But he took his hand from Ruths arm.
Neale said to the girls, quite quietly though his eyes flashed:
Mrs. Heard wants you to come back to the car at once. Please hurry.
Say! I dont get you, began the rough again.
You will in a moment, Neale shot at him. Go away, girls!
Agnes did not want to go now; but Ruth saw it would be better and she fairly dragged her sister away.
Neale will be hurt! moaned Agnes, all the way to the car. That awful rowdy has friends, of course.
What really happened to Neale the girls never knew, for he would not talk about it. Trained from his very babyhood as an acrobat, the ex-circus boy would be able to give a good account of himself if it came to fisticuffs with the freckled-faced fellow. Although the latter was considerably older and taller than Neale, the way he had lived had not hardened his muscles and made him quick of eye and foot or handy with his fists.
Perhaps Neale did not fight at all. At least he came back to the car without a mark upon him and without even having had his clothes ruffled. All he said in answer to the excited questions of the girls was:
Thats a fellow called Saleratus Joe. You can tell why his face with all those yellow freckles looks like an old fashioned saleratus biscuit. He belongs in Milton. Ive seen him before. He isnt much better than a saloon lounger.
Goodness me! exclaimed Mrs. Heard. Saleratus Joe is one of the fellows who my nephew thinks stole his automobile. I must tell him that we saw the fellow. Perhaps the car can be traced after all.
Through Saleratus Joe? said Neale ONeil. Well maybe.
CHAPTER V DOTS AWFUL ADVENTURE
If we had only become acquainted with Mrs. Heard the trip would have been more than worth while, declared Ruth, who was seldom as enthusiastic about a new acquaintance as she was about the aunt of the county surveyor. She is coming to see us soon.