murely. "But she isn't as smart as she ought to be, or she wouldn't have gone off with Jack Crab."
"Huh!" grunted the other. "Mebbe you're right on that p'int. He didn't have no drop on her—that's so! But ye can't tell what sort of a yarn he give her."
"She would better have had nothing to say to him," said Ruth, emphatically. "She should have confided in Miss Kate. Miss Kate and Jennie were treating her just as nicely as though she were an invited guest. Nita—or Jane, as you call her—may be smart, but she isn't grateful in the least."
"Oh, come now, Miss"
"No. She isn't grateful," repeated Ruth. "She never even suggested going over to the life saving station and thanking Cap'n Abinadab and his men for bringing her ashore from the wreck of the Whipstitch."
"Great cats! I been thinkin' of that," sighed the Westerner. "I want to see them and tell 'em what I think of 'em. I 'spect Jane Ann never thought of such a thing."
"But I liked her, just the same," Ruth went on, slowly. "She was bold, and brave, and I guess she wouldn't ever do a really mean thing."
"I reckon not, Miss!" agreed Mr. Hicks. "My Jane Ann is plumb square, she is. I can
