Hockey was the game for the afternoon, and two “sides” were chosen to oppose each other, one of the boys and another of the girls.  Although Ann Hicks had never had a hockey stick in her hand before, she quickly got into the game, and they all had a very merry time.

The day before Ruth had not been able to find the implement that Jerry Sheming had spoken about, nor could she find a mattock, or pickax, on this second day.  If she went to the toolshed and hunted for the thing herself she was afraid her quest would be observed by some of the men.

She located the place where the tools were kept, but the shed was locked.  However, there was a window, and that window could be easily slid back.  Ruth shrank from attempting to creep in by it.

“Just the same, I told him I’d get it—­at least, I told myself I’d get it for him,” thought the girl of the Red Mill.  “And I will.”

Of course, Mrs. Tingley would have allowed her to borrow the tool, but it would have aroused comment had it become known that Jerry wanted it.

“It must be that he really thinks now he knows where his uncle hid the treasure box.  He wants to dig for it,” was Ruth’s thought.

Yet she remembered that Jerry had said all along the old man had seemingly gone mad because his treasure box was buried under a landslide.  She asked Mr. Preston, the foreman of the camp, where the landslide had occurred.

“Why, right over yonder, little lady,” explained the woodsman.  “If the snow wasn’t on the ground, you could easy see the scar of it down that hillside,” and he pointed to a spot just beyond the secret opening of Jerry’s cave.

“The dirt and rock was heaped up so at the foot of the slide that the course of the brook was changed.  That slide covered a monster lot of little caves in the rock,” pursued the man.  “But I expect there’s others of ’em left and that Jerry’s hidin’ out in one now,” he added, looking at Ruth with shrewd gaze.

Ruth took him no further into her confidence.  She felt that she must have somebody to help her, however, and naturally enough she chose Tom.  Helen’s twin thought a great deal of Ruth Fielding, and was never ashamed of showing this feeling before the other boys.  On her side, Ruth felt that Tom Cameron was just about right.

Nor was she mistaken in him when she placed her difficulty before the lad.  Help her?  Of course he would!  They agreed to make the raid upon the toolshed that evening when the others were busily filling stockings and trimming the huge Christmas tree set up in the main hall of the hunting lodge.

Ruth beckoned to her fellow-conspirator and Tom slipped out of the hall by one door while she made the outer air by another.  The kitchen girls and the men hired about the camp were all in the big hall watching the fun, or aiding in decorating the lodge.  Nobody saw Ruth and Tom.

It was a very cold evening.  There was a hazy moon and brilliant stars, but they did not think anybody would see their efforts to aid Jerry Sheming.