“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.”