"There"s certainly somebody with a banjo," said Phbe. "I can"t see for the crowd. Oh! I caught a glimpse then of a tall white hat and a red-striped jacket."
"I wonder whether it"s the n.i.g.g.e.rs or the pierrots?" said Dora.
"Do let us go and see!" begged Aldred. "It"s such a very little way, we shan"t be two minutes."
She seized Dora by the arm, and began to urge her in the direction of the music. Dora did not need much persuasion, and, as Phbe and Myfanwy offered no remonstrance, they all marched briskly along the promenade. There was a spice of adventure in that, for they knew that they had no business to be there, and that if they were seen and recognized they might be reported to Miss Drummond, and get a severe punishment for breaking bounds. In any case, there were the prefects to be reckoned with. Blanche and Freda would be returning to the post office, and would be extremely angry to find that they had not waited.
"We"ll manage to square them somehow," said Phbe. "I don"t think they"ll tell Miss Drummond, although they"ll probably scold."
"Of course, we shan"t really stay a moment," maintained Dora. "We"ll just rush straight there and back. They surely can"t be very cross at that."
Yet, when they actually arrived at the rather congested corner where the light-hearted negro minstrels, with carefully blacked faces and striped collars, were making merry, they found it impossible not to stop and listen to the songs and jokes. The leader of the troupe was a humorist, and above the average of such performers; he kept his audience well amused, and it was not until he had sent round the inevitable hat, and bidden a polite adieu to the company, that the girls thought of stirring. Even then, their attention was at once claimed, first by a man with performing birds, and then by a Punch and Judy show. The poor little canaries were really clever, while the tragedy of wicked Mr.
Punch is an ever-thrilling drama, and his squeaky voice has a peculiar fascination of its own. Time pa.s.sed rapidly, and the four runaways began suddenly to realize that not only had they been gone much longer than a few minutes, but that they had wandered almost the whole length of the promenade.
"Why, we"re nearly at the pier!" exclaimed Dora.
"We must turn back at once," said Phbe.
"Let us buy a few chocolates before we go," suggested Aldred. "Isn"t there a shop here, or an automatic machine?"
"There"s a kiosk on the pier-head," replied Dora. "They sell the most delicious American popcorn there, in little boxes tied up with striped ribbons."
"Then we"ll get some."
"It"s a fairly long way to the end of the pier."
"Well, when we"ve been away so long already, I can"t see that a few extra minutes matter."
""As well be hung for a sheep as a lamb"!" quoted Phbe.
"Yes; Blanche and Freda will wait, and they"ll scold in any case."
"You"ll have to pay for me, then," said Myfanwy, "for I haven"t any money left."
"All right; I have plenty," responded Aldred, putting down her pennies on the counter of the toll gate, and pushing hastily through the turnstile. "Now we can run, if you like. How jolly it is on these boards! You can just see the water through the c.h.i.n.ks."
The pier was even more interesting than the promenade. There were so many different kinds of automatic machines, which, by the magic of a penny in the slot, would set a team of miniature cricketers to work, and cause mimic soldiers to drill, or ships to sail across imitation oceans.
There was a little chalet where cheap jewellery and the polished stones of the neighbourhood were displayed; a fruit shop, and an emporium for sticks and fishing-rods. All these seemed to attract Aldred, and delayed her so much that the others were obliged to take her by the arms and tug her along towards the confectionary kiosk. She had just made an investment in chocolates and popcorn, and the girls were turning to hasten back along the pier, when Dora had an idea.
"Look!" she said; "the steamer"s just starting. It always stops at the jetty, and it will take us to the other end of the promenade far faster than we can walk. It"s only a penny fare."
"Yes, it would save time," agreed Phbe. "Come along!"
The bell was ringing, so without waiting to ask questions the four ran down the steps and across the gangway on to the vessel. They were not a second too soon, for she started directly they were on board. The deck was rather crowded with pa.s.sengers, but the four made their way to a fairly quiet corner, and managed to find seats. Several little coasting steamers ran between the pier, the jetty, the North End, and the lighthouse, and were much patronized by visitors in summer. It would only take a few minutes, so the girls calculated, to reach the first landing-place, which was close to the post office. Blanche and Freda would no doubt be waiting for them in a very irate frame of mind, but perhaps might be cajoled into not reporting the matter at head-quarters.
"Freda is particularly fond of popcorn, I know," said Myfanwy.
"We"ll all cry _peccavi_, and say we"re sorry," added Phbe. "We certainly never intended to be away so long as this. It must have taken us half an hour."
"Perhaps they"ll think we"ve started home," suggested Dora, "and imagine we"re waiting for them on the downs."
"Well, we shall very soon see; we"re nearly at the jetty."
"I wonder why so many people are taking portmanteaux with them for this tiny, little voyage?" commented Aldred, looking round at the pa.s.sengers, most of whom seemed to be enc.u.mbered with some impedimenta in the way of luggage.
"How funny! I never saw them on one of these steamers before," replied Myfanwy. "Perhaps the people are visitors going to stay at the North End."
"There"s the jetty," announced Dora; "we shall be off directly. Hallo!
Why aren"t we stopping? Oh, Phbe! Myfanwy! Aldred! Look: we"re actually going past it!"
CHAPTER VI
An Awkward Predicament
The girls sprang to their feet. It was unfortunately only too true; the vessel had steamed past the quay, and was heading out into the bay, away from the land.
The four looked at each other in consternation too great for words. What were they to do? Could anybody have imagined a more horrible situation?
They must indeed have made some great mistake.
"Tickets, please!" cried the purser, coming round at this critical moment to collect the fares, and holding out his hand in antic.i.p.ation.
"We--we haven"t any!" faltered Dora. "We thought you stopped at the jetty."
"Why, no, miss. This is the Everston boat; we don"t stop until Sandsend.
You"ve got on the wrong steamer, that"s what you"ve done. Didn"t you see the notice up on the gangway? The North End boats have red funnels and a blue flag. A shilling each, please, to Sandsend, or half a crown to Everston."
"Oh, can"t you turn back, and put us off at the jetty?" implored Dora, almost crying. "We don"t want to go to Sandsend, and certainly not to Everston."
"And we"re in a great hurry," added Aldred.
"Sorry, miss, but it can"t be done! The captain won"t stop the steamer for anybody," said the man, smiling.
"Not if we went and asked him ourselves?" begged Phbe eagerly.
"Not for the Queen of England!" returned the purser, as he waited, shuffling the tickets and some loose change suggestively in his hand.
The girls felt in their pockets in vain. Most of their substance had gone on postcards and popcorn, and all they could muster among them was sevenpence-halfpenny.
"I"m afraid we haven"t enough money. We only expected to pay penny fares to the jetty."
Dora"s voice trembled a little. She felt so upset, she scarcely knew what she was saying, and the others looked equally solemn and concerned.
The purser rubbed his chin, as if in doubt.
"It"s an awkward case, certainly," he said. "I can"t think what they were doing at the pier-head to let you come on without tickets. This boat goes to Everston, you see, and stays the night there, so we can"t take you back to Chetbourne. You"d best get off at Sandsend, and walk home along the sh.o.r.e. I"ll make it all right with the captain about the fares."