Sheming

But Ruth jumped up and ran lightly to the room where Jerry Sheming lay.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

"Jerry Sheming!" gasped the girl, as he drew her out of the snow.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

Could it be possible that those rough men dared fire their guns at Jerry Sheming?

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

Sheming, and the others had gone on in the car, hurrying so as not to be late for luncheon at Outlook.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

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

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

Sheming had spoken about, nor could she find a mattock, or pickax, on this second day.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

"First time I ever heard of a Sheming fainting -- or yet a Tilton, Miss," he told Ruth.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

But make that pesky young Sheming come ashore first.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

Sheming, she did not like to think she was stirring up trouble for her school-mate's father.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson

"Did that Jerry Sheming bring you?" demanded Ann. The other members of the party were quite as anxious to learn the particulars of her adventure, and when they had crossed on the stepping stones, they gathered about her eagerly.

Ruth Fielding on Cliff Island Or, The Old Hunter's Treasure Box Alice B. Emerson