very few moments; he threw a glance over his shoulder, saw her, and then began to run. It was a feeble attempt to escape, for unless some accident happened to Ruth, she could easily overtake him.
And she did so, although he ran straight ahead, and ran so hard that finally he slipped and fell, panting, to his knees. Ruth was beside him before he could rise.
"Don't you be such a ridiculous boy!" she commanded, seizing the lad by the shoulder, as he attempted to rise. "You mustn't run away. Mr. Cameron expects to find you at the mill, and you must stay. And they'll be here, ready to take the train from Cheslow, shortly."
"I—I don't want to stay here," stammered the boy. "I—I don't want to see that man again."
"But he expects to see you, and I could not let you go before he comes."
"You're just the meanest girl I ever saw!" cried Hatfield, almost in tears. "I'd got away in the night if it hadn't been for you."
Ruth fairly giggled at that—she couldn't help it.
"Well, don't you be nasty about it," she said. "You are a dreadfully foolish boy"
"What do you know about me?" he gasped, turning to look at her finally with frightened eyes.
