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The Moving Picture Girls Snowbound, a novel by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 3. Russ To The Rescue |
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_ CHAPTER III. RUSS TO THE RESCUE "Where's the boss?" asked the man, as he leaned heavily against the table. "I want to see the boss." "Do you--do you mean my--my father?" faltered Ruth, as she stepped protectingly in front of Alice. "That's jest who I mean, young lady," and the new-comer leered at her. "Is he in? If he isn't I won't mind an awful lot. I'll wait for him. This is a nice place," and, without being invited he slouched into a chair. "My--my father is----" "He'll be back in just a little while!" interrupted Alice, briskly. "Did he tell you to come here?" "Nope! I told myself!" replied the man. "I'm glad I did, too. This is nice place and you're nice girls, too. Sisters, I take it?" "You need not discuss us!" exclaimed Ruth with dignity. "If you will leave word what your business with my father is I will have him call on you." "What, leave? Me leave? Nothin' doin', sister. I'm too comfortable here," and he leaned back in the chair and laughed foolishly. "What--what did you want to see Mr. DeVere about?" inquired Ruth, though she could well guess. "I'll tell you what it's about," said Dan Merley, confidentially. "It's about money. I want five hundred dollars from your father, and I want it quick--with interest, too. Don't forget that." "My father paid you that money!" Ruth declared, with boldness. "He did not!" denied the unpleasant visitor. "He owes it to me yet, and I want it. And, what's more I'm going to have it!" "That is unfair--unjust!" said Ruth, and there was a trace of tears in her voice. "My father paid you the money, and you promised to give him back the note--the paper that showed you had loaned it to him. But you never did." "How do you know all this?" he asked. "Because my father was just telling us about it--a little while ago. He said you had--forgotten." "Yes, I know! He said I'd been drinking too much; didn't he?" Ruth and Alice drew further back, offended by his coarse language. "He--he said you were not--quite yourself," spoke Alice gently. "Oh ho! Another one! So there's two of you here!" laughed the man. "Well, this certainly is a nice place. I guess I'll stay until the boss comes back. That is, unless you have the five hundred dollars here, and want to pay me," he added, with a sickly grin. "You have been paid once," Ruth insisted. "I have not--I never was paid!" Dan Merley cried. "I want my money and I'm going to have it! Do you hear? I'm going to have it, and have it soon! You tell your father that from me!" and he banged his fist on the table. Ruth and Alice looked at each other. The same thought was in both their minds, and it shone from their eyes. They must leave at once--the door was slightly open. "No more monkey business!" cried the unwelcome caller. "I lent your father that money and he never paid me back. He may say he did; but he can't prove it. I hold his note, and if he doesn't pay me I'll----" "What will you do?" interrupted a new voice, and with relief Ruth and Alice looked up, to see Russ Dalwood entering the room. "Excuse me," he said to the girls, "I knocked, but you did not seem to hear. Possibly there was too much noise," and he looked at the man significantly. "Is there any trouble here?" the young moving picture operator asked. "Oh, Russ, make him--make him go!" begged Alice, half sobbing. "He wants to see my father--it's some sort of unjust money claim--and he wants to enforce it. Father has gone out----" "And that's just where this person is going!" announced Russ, advancing toward the man. "What's that?" demanded Merley in an ugly tone. "I said you were going out. It's your cue to move!" "I don't move until I get my five hundred dollars," answered the visitor. "I've waited for it long enough." "My father paid you!" protested Ruth. "I say he did not!" and again the man banged the table with his fist. "Well, whether he did or not is a question for you and Mr. DeVere to settle," said Russ, in firm tones. "You will kindly leave these young ladies alone." "I will; eh? Who says so?" "I do!" "And who are you?" "A friend. I must ask you to leave." "Not until I get my five hundred dollars!" "Look here!" exclaimed Russ, and, though he spoke in low tones, there was that in his voice which made it very determined. "You may have a valid claim against Mr. DeVere, or you may not. I will not go into that. But he is not at home, and you will have to come again. You have no right in here. I must ask you to leave." "Huh! You haven't any right here either. You can't give _me_ orders." "They are not my orders. This is a request from the young ladies themselves, and I am merely seeing that it is carried out. You don't want him here; do you?" he asked, of the two girls. "Oh, no! Please go!" begged Ruth. "I want my money!" cried the man. "Look here!" exclaimed Russ, taking hold of Merley's shoulder. "You will either leave quietly, or I'll summon a policeman and have you arrested. Even if you have a claim against Mr. DeVere, and I don't believe you have, that gives you no right to trespass here. Take your claim to court!" "I tell you I want my money now!" "Well, you'll not get it. You have your remedy at law. Now leave at once, do you hear?" "Yes, I hear all right, and you'll hear from me later. I will go to law, and I'll have my five hundred dollars. I'll bring suit against Mr. DeVere, and then he'll wish he'd paid me, for he'll have to settle my claim and costs besides. Oh, I'll sue all right!" "I don't care what you do, as long as you get out of here!" cried Russ, sharply, for he saw that the strain was telling on Ruth and Alice. "Leave at once!" "Suppose I don't go?" "Then I'll put you out!" Russ looked very brave as he said this. Ruth glanced at him, and thought he had never appeared to better advantage. And between Russ and Ruth there was--but there, I am getting ahead of my story. "Are you going?" asked the young moving picture operator, again. "Well, rather than have a row, I will. But I warn you I'll sue DeVere and I'll get my money, too. It's all nonsense for him to say he paid me. Where's his proof? I ask you that. Where's his proof?" "Never mind about that," returned Russ, calmly. "It's your move, as I said before. And you can give a good imitation of a moving picture film showing a man getting out of a room." With no good grace the man arose clumsily from his chair, and with leers at Ruth and Alice, who were clinging to each other on the far side of the room, the visitor started for the door. "I'll see you again!" he called, coarsely. "Then maybe the laugh will be on my side. I'm going to have my money, I tell you!" Russ kept after the man, and walked behind him to the door. There Dan Merley paused to exclaim, in loud tones: "You wait--I'll get my money out of DeVere--you'll see!" Then he stumbled on down the hallway, and Russ quickly closed and locked the door. "Oh, Russ!" exclaimed Ruth. Then she sank into a chair, and bent forward with her head pillowed in her arms on the table. "There, there," said the young man gently, as he put his hand on her head. "It's all right--he's gone. Don't be afraid." "Oh, but what a dreadful man!" cried Alice. "I could----" "Don't, dear," begged her sister gently, as she raised her head. There were tears in her eyes. Russ gently slipped his hand over her little rosy palm. _ |
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