“That reporter writes as though he thought it were a joke,” Helen said. “Mean thing!”
“He never saw that shed,” said Ruth.
“It is fortunate poor Curly didn’t break his neck.”
“And his grandmother says she will disinherit him. That’s really cruel! I dare not tell her what I think when I write,” Ruth said. “But I will tell her how Curly is being hounded by the police, and that he jumped overboard.”
“Sure he did! He’s an awfully brave boy,” Helen declared.
“I’m not sure that he’s to be praised for that kind of bravery. It was a perilous chance he took. I wonder where he will go—what he will do? Goodness! what a boy!”
“He’s all right,” urged Helen, with admiration. “I don’t believe the police will ever catch him.”
“But what will become of him?”
“If we come across him again, we’ll help him,” said Helen, with confidence.
“That’s not likely. I can’t even tell Mrs. Smith where he has gone. We don’t know.”