When Jane Ann Hicks heard something of this, through Ruth, she was eager to help Jerry to be revenged upon the man whom he thought had cheated his uncle.

“Let me write to Bill Hicks about it,” she cried, eagerly.  “He’ll come on here and get after this thieving real estate fellow—­you bet!”

“I have no doubt that he would,” laughed Helen, pinching her.  “You’d make him leave his ranch and everything else and come here just to do that.  Don’t be rash, young lady.  Jerry certainly did you a favor, but you needn’t take everything he says for the gospel truth.”

“I believe myself he’s honest,” added Ruth, quietly.

“And I don’t doubt him either,” Helen Cameron said.  “But we’d better hear both sides of it.  And a missing treasure box, and papers to prove that an old hunter is owner of an island in Tallahaska, sounds—­well, unusual, to say the least.”

Ruth laughed.  “Helen has suddenly developed caution,” she said.  “What do you say, Tom?”

“I’ll get father to write to somebody at Logwood, and find out about it,” returned the boy, promptly.

That is the way the matter was left for the time being.  The next day they were to start for school—­the girls for Briarwood and Tom for Seven Oaks.

It was arranged that Jerry should remain at the Red Mill for a time.  Uncle Jabez’s second opinion of him was so favorable that the miller might employ him for a time as the harvesting and other fall work came on.  And Jane Ann left a goodly sum in the miller’s hands for young Sheming’s use.

“He’s that independent that he wouldn’t take nothing from me but a pair of cuff links,” declared Jane Ann, wiping her eyes, for she was a tender-hearted girl under her rough exterior.  “Says they will do for him to remember me by.  He’s a nice chap.”

“Jinny’s getting sentimental,” gibed Tom, slily.

“I’m not over you, Mister Tom!” she flared up instantly.  “You’re too ‘advanced’ a dresser.”

“And you were the girl who once ran away from Silver Ranch and the boys out there, because everything was so ‘common,’” chuckled Tom.

Ruth shut him off at that.  She knew that the western girl could not stand much teasing.

They were all nervous, anyway; at least, the girls were.  Ruth and Helen approached their second year at Briarwood with some anxiety.  How would they be treated?  How would the studies be arranged for the coming months of hard work?  How were they going to stand with the teachers?

When the two chums first went to Briarwood they occupied a double room; but later they had taken in Mercy Curtis, a lame girl.  Now that “triumvirate” could not continue, for Jane Ann had begged to room with Ruth and Helen.

The western girl, who was afraid of scarcely anything “on four legs or two” in her own environment, was really nervous as she approached boarding school.  She had seen enough of these eastern girls to know that they were entirely different from herself.  She was “out of their class,” she told herself, and if she had not been with Ruth and Helen these few last days before the opening of the school term, she would have run away.