"Don"t his father and mother know even now who did it?" asked Georgie, with wide-open eyes of wonder.
"No, as d.i.c.k never told them, they will not press him to do so against his will."
"I could have understood it," said Alan, "if the man had fought him fairly, face to face. But to set on him unawares! That"s what the scoundrel seems to have done!"
"Yet d.i.c.k forgives him!" replied his aunt, gently.
"I don"t think," said Marjorie, "that d.i.c.k is quite right all the same.
It is fair enough that d.i.c.k should forgive injuries to himself if he chooses, but it is hardly just to his father and mother not to have that man punished as he ought to be."
"I can"t see how it would help Peet even if the man were caught" said Estelle, thoughtfully. "If he is a sailor, he would not have enough money to pay any of d.i.c.k"s doctor"s bills. I thought sailors were so poor, Aunty?"
"They generally are, dear, and most probably this man was. We know nothing about him, however, nor what it was that led to the terrible thing he did. Let us hope, as d.i.c.k does, that the unhappy fellow has repented."
"Then he would have to come back to say so," said Alan.
"I don"t know that. First, he may think he has killed d.i.c.k, and be afraid to show himself. Or he may not be able to find d.i.c.k now that Peet has left Cornwall, without betraying why he was inquiring for him. A deeply repentant man would give himself up to justice, certainly; that is, one would think so. But we know absolutely nothing to help us in our judgment of him, and can but hope and pray for him as d.i.c.k does."
Lady c.o.ke was silent for some moments, then, with a smile, she said: "Now we have talked enough. Go and have your play, my dears."
"I like what you said, Aunt Betty," said Alan, as they all got up, and prepared to set off on their games; "and I, for one, mean to try to follow d.i.c.k"s example, and be as good as he is."
The story of d.i.c.k"s misfortune had greatly excited the sympathy of the children. Alan and the two girls allowed Peet"s caustic remarks to pa.s.s without reply. They even tried to avoid annoying him by a too free use of the lawns and shrubberies. Georgie, whose youthful fancy had soared to greater heights of pity and sympathy, had at once glorified Peet into a hero, and, to the wonder of the gardener, would stand staring at him with respectful admiration. One day, unfortunately, his feelings carried him so far as to make him offer to help his former enemy in some work in the hothouses, over which Peet appeared to be very busy.
"There"s no way for you to help me," was the gardener"s surly answer, "except by taking yourself off, Master Georgie. Children ought not to be about when there"s serious work going on."
Peet"s hero-stage pa.s.sed away on the spot. Georgie was deeply hurt, and came to the decision that Aunt Betty had been taken in. Peet was not at all the person she thought him. He was nothing but a very disagreeable, rude old man, and he wished that his aunt would "send him away."
Nevertheless, Peet _had_ improved. It was not all imagination on the part of the children. Lady c.o.ke had sent for him after her talk with the young people, and the result of the interview was good for all parties.
Peet"s chief reason for soreness, as regarded the three children from Begbie Hall, was that they made as much use of the grounds of the Moat House as they did of the gardens of Begbie Hall. Estelle"s arrival appeared to him to make the state of things worse, since she was the excuse for the whole party to tear about _his_ neatly kept lawns, and climb _his_ trees, instead of confining themselves to those of Begbie Hall, and worrying their own gardeners. He had not dared to express as much as this to Lady c.o.ke, but she was too quick not to discover the true cause of his discontent, though she only alluded to it by saying she desired all the children should play together, whether in her grounds or elsewhere. Kind as she was, Peet understood that he had a mistress who must be obeyed. He was devotedly attached to her, and grateful for her goodness to him and his. This, perhaps, more than anything, made him exercise self-control. He was more than ever careful in hiding the key of the ruin, and would not allow even the other gardeners to enter it on any excuse whatever.
Another reason for the calm which prevailed was, perhaps, that Marjorie and Alan were fully occupied in trying to discover why Thomas was making so much effort to get into the ruined summer-house. It seemed a delightful thing to be mixed up in a mystery, and each hoped to have a share in solving it. Such a puzzle made constant private talks necessary, in order to think out a clue. Estelle took an almost painful interest in their conjectures, but shrank from all part in their wanderings round the ruin, or down to the cliff walk. Alan had shown Marjorie where the secret entrance to the cave was, and called it the Smugglers" Hole, for want of a better name. Together they had penetrated to the foot of the slippery, broken steps. Each had carried a bicycle lamp to make their footsteps clear, and great was the rejoicing when they finally arrived at the sandy beach of the bay.
But the young, active spirits were too restless to remain long there, where nothing was to be gained by lingering. The cave itself was more full of interest than the beach, and they devoted the remainder of the afternoon to hunting about among the crevices and chasms, and peeping into gaps and fissures till they almost forgot the time.
(_Continued on page 114._)
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""Children ought not to be about when there"s serious work going on.""]
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The daylight was streaming through a great opening."]
THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.
(_Continued from page 111._)
When at last Alan and Marjorie had turned their steps homeward from the cave, and had climbed the greater number of the rough steps, they came quite unexpectedly upon a most important discovery--one which, without their lamps, would have entirely escaped their attention.
They had reached a sort of landing, when Alan, looking keenly at the rocks, suddenly perceived a narrow opening, almost entirely concealed behind a projecting spur of limestone. Calling to Marjorie, who was in advance of him, and already some way up the last flight of steps, he held his lamp high, and examined the gap till she joined him.
"There is something more than a mere attempt at a cave here," he said.
"We _must_ see what it is."
"It"s very late," hesitated Marjorie, doubtfully. "If we are asked where we have been, what shall we say? All our secrets will come out, and then good-bye to all fun."
"Oh, this won"t take us long," returned Alan, who did not intend to give up investigations just as he appeared to be on the verge of scoring the greatest success of the day.
As it turned out, it was fortunate indeed that the quest was not given up, for something happened only a few days later which made their discoveries of the utmost importance.
The narrow cleft led them, after some winding, into a comparatively wide pa.s.sage, into which the daylight was streaming through a great opening to the right. In some excitement they ran to look out, and found, to their delight, that they were standing at the hole in the cliff which they had seen from the beach in Smugglers" Bay. Sure enough, there was the stream of water flowing at their side which made the thin cascade.
"I do believe we are in the pa.s.sage which leads to the ruined summer-house!" cried Marjorie, breathlessly.
Alan was for trying it at once, but here Marjorie"s counsels did prevail. She pointed out how low the sun was, and that probably they were very late for the schoolroom tea already.
"Right you are," said Alan, looking longingly up and down the pa.s.sage and walls, which stretched away into deep but--to him--alluring gloom.
"We will come again to-morrow. We must slip away directly after breakfast; and mind we don"t let anybody see or follow us. It will be a feather in our caps if we can get into the ruined summer-house without troubling old Peet for the key."
"But," said Marjorie, after a long pause, during which she was thinking deeply, "what if Thomas knows of this way in?"
"He can"t," returned Alan, "or he would have been before, and got all he wanted."
"Then," replied Marjorie, after another pause for thought, "you may be sure there is some reason: something that prevents his going up the pa.s.sage, and will prevent our going too. Thomas is sure to be up to all dodges."
This idea was so distasteful to Alan that he required a good deal of persuasion before he gave up his determination to explore further.
Marjorie did persuade him, nevertheless, but next morning he could not refrain from reproaches for having yielded to her. It turned out that Colonel De Bohun had some business to do in the neighbouring town of Matherton, and told Alan at breakfast that he was to go and see if Estelle would like a ride. He intended to take the three elder children with him.
"What a nuisance!" exclaimed Alan, as he and Marjorie stood a moment on the doorstep before he started off on his father"s mission. "Why should father have ordered the horses just to-day? We can"t make an excuse either, for we are all supposed to be keen on riding. If only the horses could go dead lame for an hour or two!"
Marjorie sympathised, but there was no help for it. More provoking still, there appeared to be things for the children to do for the next two or three days. A large garden party for young people, given by Mrs.
De Bohun, took up most of one day, the children being required to help in the preparations for the entertainment of their guests. A picnic with friends, to a distant ruin by the sea, fully filled another day, and it was not till these and a tennis party for children at Lord Gallway"s were over, that a free afternoon left the brother and sister at liberty to carry out their plans.
They had intended to set off immediately after breakfast, but an exciting rumour had come that a strange vessel was to be seen hanging about in rather a suspicious way. The coastguard had been on the look-out, but the result of his investigations being as yet unknown, the Colonel asked the children if they would like to accompany him to the cliffs. The proposal was hailed with delight. The whole morning pa.s.sed only too quickly in talking to the coastguard on duty, peeping through his telescope, and staring at the vessel. The sailor gave it as his opinion that it was a French boat, though something in the rig made him not quite positive. It cruised about in a queer manner, "just as if she was on the watch for something," as the man said. However, towards mid-day she drew out into the offing, and they saw her sails slowly disappearing below the horizon.
The excitement of this incident only died down in the children"s minds when, after lunch, they started off for the Wilderness. Alan and Marjorie had other ideas concerning the ship, and were determined to watch for its return. There would be plenty of time for that after their search in the cave was over. Meantime it was certain that neither Estelle nor Georgie must be allowed to accompany them. Happily for all parties, Estelle had promised to read a new fairy story to Georgie, and had settled to go to the top of the ruined summer-house for the purpose.
The air was fresher there, and the shade of the trees seemed cooler than anywhere else on that hot August day. Estelle sat lazily comfortable on some rugs, her back against the coping, while Georgie stretched himself at full length on the iron seat close to her. Here Alan and Marjorie left them, feeling sure that Georgie would be asleep in the twinkling of an eye. They begged him, nevertheless, to keep that eye, as long as it _was_ open, on Bootles, the fox-terrier. Georgie gave a lazy a.s.sent, without troubling himself to keep either eye on the dog. Estelle was quite as capable of attending to such matters as he. Accordingly, she it was who drew the dog to lie down near her, keeping a hand on his collar till Alan and Marjorie were out of sight. Alas! they little knew what would be the result of her care.
(_Continued on page 123._)