CHAPTER VI

MR. ABRAHAM MOLE Tom emitted a whistle of surprise, but Helen had to keep watch of the road ahead. She was quite as much interested in Ruth’s wonderful news, however, as her brother. “Who do you suppose Abraham Mole is?” demanded Helen, without turning her head. “I have no idea,” rejoined her chum. “I hope it isn’t some April-fool joke—something an enemy is putting over on you, Ruth,” Tom said soberly. “Oh!” gasped Ruth. “If it’s that——” “I don’t believe it!” Helen cried, and now she flashed a glance of encourageme…