"Humpty-Dumpty! We _are_ in a jolly wax," said Bertie. "You"re as bad as a cat with her back up. All the same, I don"t want my sh.e.l.ls smashed, so please to mind where you"re stepping."
"Bother your sh.e.l.ls!" said Belle. "You shouldn"t leave them lying about in people"s way. There! you"ve torn a slit in my dress. I knew you would! Let me go, Bertie Rokeby, you mean coward!" And jerking her skirt with an effort from his grasp, she started at a run along the beach, and fled as fast as she could in the direction of Silversands.
She had reached the southern point of the island, where they generally crossed the channel, and was hurrying on, not looking particularly where she was going, her eyes half blinded with self-pitying tears, when, turning the headland sharply, she ran full tilt against her quondam acquaintance of the Parade, who was walking leisurely along the sands with a cigar in his mouth and a breechloader under his arm. The collision was so sudden and unexpected that Belle sat down swiftly in a pool of slimy green sea-weed, while the gun, knocked by the impact from its owner"s grasp, struck the rock violently, and discharged both barrels into the air. The colonel, who had been almost upset with the shock, recovered his balance as by a miracle, and hastened to ascertain the extent of the mishap; but finding no harm done, he picked up his gun and surveyed Belle with considerable disfavour.
"You might have caused a very nasty accident, young lady," he said.
"It"s a mercy the charge didn"t land in either your leg or mine. Why don"t you look where you"re going?"
Belle raised herself carefully from the pool, glancing with much concern at the large green stains which had reduced her dress to a wreck, and at the moist condition of her silk stockings.
"How could I know any one was round the corner?" she replied, somewhat sulkily. "I wonder what my mother would have said if you"d killed me.
I"m not sure if my leg isn"t shot through, after all."
"Let me look," said the colonel quietly. "No, that"s not a wound, though you"ve grazed it a little, very likely in falling. There"s no real damage, and I think you"re more frightened than hurt."
"My dress is spoilt," said Belle, determined to have a grievance. "These green stains will never wash out of it. It"s really too bad."
"Be thankful it"s only your dress, and not your skin," said the owner of the Chase, with scant sympathy. "What are you doing here, so far away from the Parade? You had better go home to your mother, and tell her to take more care of you, and not let you wander about alone to get into mischief."
"I was going home as fast as I could," retorted Belle, not too politely, for she disliked the old gentleman extremely, and wished he would not interfere with her. "And I think my mother knows how to take care of me without any one telling her, thank you."
"I have no doubt she imagines she does," replied Colonel Stewart, rather bitterly. "I can"t say I admire the result. I should certainly wish to teach you better manners if I had any share in your bringing up."
"I"m glad you haven"t," said Belle smartly; and catching Micky in her arms, she put an abrupt end to the conversation by running away again at the top of her speed over the shallows towards the mainland.
"He"s perfectly horrid!" she said to herself. "This is the third place I"ve met him, and each time he has been more disagreeable than the last.
I can"t imagine why, but I somehow feel as if he had taken quite a dislike to me."
CHAPTER XIII.
READING THE RUNES.
"Words from the long far-away Link the dim past with to-day."
Isobel descended from the headland in the lowest of spirits. To have quarrelled with Belle, even in a just cause, was a disaster such as she had never contemplated, and for a moment she was half inclined to run after her friend and seek a reconciliation at any cost. Her pride, however, intervened; she felt that Belle had really been very rude and unreasonable, while her treatment of Micky was quite unpardonable. She strolled along, therefore, in the direction of the hut instead, trying to wink the tears out of her eyes, and to make up her mind that she did not care. All the Sea Urchins were rushing off to investigate some mysterious black object which they could see bobbing about in the water, and which they hoped might prove to be a porpoise. They called to her to join them, but even the prospect of capturing a sea monster had for the moment no charms, so she shook her head and volunteered instead to stay in the hut and get tea ready for their return. She filled the kettle from a little spring of fresh water, which always ran pure and clear in a small rivulet down the side of the cliff, threw some more drift-wood and dry sea-weed on the fire which the boys had already lighted, then set out the tea things, and taking a piece of chalk, began to amuse herself by drawing upon the wall of the hut the curious letters which she had copied from the stone. She was so absorbed in her occupation that she did not notice a tall figure, who stooped to enter the low doorway, and paused in some astonishment at the scene before him.
"Hullo!" said a voice. "Am I addressing Miss Robinson Crusoe, or is this the outpost of a military occupation? I see a flag flying which is certainly not the Union Jack, and as a late colonel in his Majesty"s forces, and a Justice of the Peace, I feel bound to protect our sh.o.r.es from a possible invasion."
Isobel turned round hastily. She recognized the newcomer at once as the owner of the maidenhair fern and the beautiful grounds into which she had so unwittingly trespa.s.sed, and noticing his gun, concluded that he must without doubt be the Colonel Smith of whom Cecil Rokeby had spoken, and whom she had also heard mentioned by Mrs. Jackson as a keen sportsman and a magistrate of some consequence in the neighbourhood.
"I"m not Miss Robinson Crusoe," she replied, laughing, "and it"s not a military occupation either."
"Perhaps I am in a prehistoric dwelling, then, watching a descendant of the ancient Britons conducting her primitive cooking operations. Or is it an Indian wigwam? I should be interested to know to what tribe it belongs," said the colonel, advancing farther into the hut, and looking with an amused smile at the sand seats, the shelves, the pots, and all the other little arrangements which the children had made.
"No, I"m not an ancient Briton," said Isobel, "and it isn"t a wigwam.
It"s "Wavelet Hall," and it belongs to us."
"And who is "us," if you will condescend to explain so ambiguous a term?"
"The United Sea Urchins" Recreation Society," said Isobel, rolling out the name with some dignity.
"No doubt it"s my cra.s.s ignorance," observed the colonel, "but I"m afraid I have never heard of that distinguished order. Will you kindly enlighten me as to its object and scope?"
"Why, you see, we"re all staying at Silversands," explained Isobel; "so we made ourselves into a club, that we might have fun together, and called it the "Sea Urchins." Then we found this desert island that doesn"t belong to anybody, so we took possession of it, and built this hut out of the wreck of the old schooner, and it"s ours now."
"Is it?" said the colonel dryly. "I was under the impression that the island belonged to me. It is certainly included among my t.i.tle-deeds, and as lord of the manor I am also supposed to have the rights of the foresh.o.r.e."
"I don"t quite understand what "lord of the manor" means," said Isobel; "but does the island really and truly belong to you?"
"Really and truly. I keep it for rabbit shooting exclusively."
"Then," said Isobel apprehensively, "I"m very much afraid that we"ve been trespa.s.sing on your land again."
"Not only trespa.s.sing, but squatting," returned the colonel, with a twinkle in his eye. "The case is serious. This island has belonged to me and to my ancestors for generations. I arrive here to-day to find it occupied by a band of individuals who, I must say" (with a glance out through the door at the barefooted Sea Urchins yelling in the distance as they hauled up the dead porpoise), "bear a very strong resemblance to a gang of pirates. I am frankly informed by one of their number that they claim possession of my property. I find their flag flying and a fortress erected. The question is whether I am at once to declare war and evict these invaders, or to allow them to remain in the position of va.s.sals on payment of a due tribute."
"Oh, please let us stay!" implored Isobel; "we won"t do any harm--we won"t, indeed. We"re all going home in a few weeks, and then you can have the island quite to yourself again."
"Suppose I were to regard you as surety for the good behaviour of the rest of the tribe," said the colonel: "would you undertake that no rare or cherished plants should be uprooted or any damage inflicted during your tenancy?"
"We wouldn"t touch anything," declared Isobel, "we"ve only taken the blackberries because there are so many of them. I know you"re thinking of the maidenhair. Oh, please, is it growing? I do so hope it wasn"t spoilt."
"Yes, it"s growing. I really don"t believe it has suffered very much, after all. I took a look at it this morning, and found the young fronds pushing up as well as if they had never been disturbed."
"I"m _so_ glad!" said Isobel, with a sigh of relief; "I"ve often thought about it since. It"s very kind of you to say we may stay here; it would have seemed so hard to turn out after we"d had the trouble of building the hut."
"But what about the rent?" inquired the colonel; "will you be answerable for its proper payment? I may prove as tough a customer as old Shylock, and insist on my pound of flesh."
"We"ve very little money, I"m afraid," said Isobel timidly; "we spent all the club funds on buying the kettle and the frying-pan--even what we"d saved up for a feast at the end of the holidays. I"ve only got threepence left myself, though perhaps some of the others may have more."
"I must take it in kind, then--the sort of tribute that is exacted from native chiefs in Central Africa--though you can"t bring me pounds of rubber or elephants" tusks here."
"We could pick you blackberries, if you like them," suggested Isobel; "or get you c.o.c.kles and mussels from the sh.o.r.e. Sometimes the boys spear flukes. They"re rather small and muddy, but they"re quite nice to eat with bread and b.u.t.ter if you fry them yourself."
"My consumption of blackberries is limited," replied the colonel, "and there seems slight demand for sh.e.l.l-fish in my kitchen. The flukes might have done; but if they are only edible when you fry them yourself, I"m afraid it"s no use, for I don"t believe my housekeeper would allow me to try. No! I must think out the question of tribute, and let you know. I won"t ask a rack rent, I promise you, and I suppose I could distrain on these tea things and the kettle if it were not paid up. The latter appears to be boiling over at this instant."
"So it is!" cried Isobel, lifting it off in a hurry. "I wonder," she continued shyly, "if you would care to have a cup of tea. I could make it in a moment, if you wouldn"t mind drinking it out of a tin mug."
"Miss Robinson Crusoe is very hospitable. I haven"t had a picnic for years. The tin mug will recall my early soldiering days. I have bivouacked in places which were not nearly so comfortable as this."
He took a seat in a sand armchair, and looked on with amus.e.m.e.nt while Isobel made her preparations. Something in the set of her slim little figure and the fall of her long straight fair hair attracted him, and he caught himself wondering of whom her gray eyes reminded him. He liked the quiet way she went about her business, and her frank, unaffected manners--so different from Belle"s self-conscious a.s.surance.
"Why can"t the other child wear a plain holland frock?" he thought. "It would look much more suitable for the sands than those absurd trimmed-up costumes. What a pity she hasn"t the sense of this one! Well, it"s no use; it evidently isn"t in her, and I doubt if any amount of training at a good school will make much difference."
Isobel in the meantime having brewed the tea handed it to him upon the scarlet tray.