“Yes,” said Jimmy. “I will do that.”
“Good. Now I am going up to see your boss.”
There was a sound of persons moving and, taking Mabel by the arm, Shirley quickly drew her into the nearest stall, where they stooped down to be out of sight.
Footsteps passed along the outside, and a moment later the girls heard the voices of Jimmy and the stranger outside the stable.
“Quick,” whispered Shirley, “we must get out of here without being seen.”
Making sure that there was no one near, they emerged from the stall and, running the length of the stable, came out at the other end.
Hurrying to the shelter of a magnificent oak tree a hundred yards away, they sat down. For some minutes Shirley was silent, and Mabel did not interrupt her meditations. But at last Shirley spoke.
“And to think that Jimmy Smith would even consider a thing like that,” she said slowly.
“It does seem impossible, doesn’t it?” replied Mabel.
“After all Dad has done for him,” continued Shirley. “Why, I remember the day Dad found him lying beside the pike. He was ragged and dirty, and had fallen from exhaustion. He had not eaten for two days, he said. And it was true. Dad brought him home with us, and when he became stronger, offered him work, although Dad did not need him. That was two years ago, and he has been with us ever since. We have had entire confidence in him.