Spook-trains
The boys and George were full of talk about the farm. "It"s a nice little place," said Julian, sitting down while Anne began to cook breakfast for Mr Luffy. "Pretty farmhouse, nice little dairy, well-kept sheds. And even a grand piano in the drawing-room."
"Gracious! You wouldn"t think they"d make enough money to buy a thing like that, would you?" said Anne, turning over the bacon in the pan.
"The farmer"s got a fine car," went on Julian. "Brand new. Must have cost him a pretty penny. His boy showed it to us. And he showed us some jolly good new farm machinery too."
"Very interesting," said Mr Luffy. "I wonder how they make their money, farming that bit of land? The last people were hard-working folk, but they certainly couldn"t have afforded a new car or a grand piano."
"And you should have seen the lorries they"ve got!" said d.i.c.k. "Beauties! Old army ones, I should think. The boy said his father"s going to use them for carting things from the farm to the market."
"What things?" said Mr Luffy, looking across at the little farmhouse. "I shouldn"t have thought they needed an army of lorries for that! An old farm wagon would carry all their produce."
"Well, that"s what he told us," said d.i.c.k. "Everything certainly looked very prosperous, I must say. He must be a jolly good farmer."
"We got eggs and b.u.t.ter and fruit, and even some bacon," said George. "The boy"s mother didn"t seem worried about how much we had, and she hardly charged us anything. We didn"t see the farmer."
Mr Luffy was now eating his breakfast. He was certainly very hungry. He brushed away the flies that hung round his head, and when one settled on his right ear he waggled it violently. The fly flew off in surprise.
"Oh, do that again!" begged Anne. "How do you do it? Do you think if I practised hard for weeks I could make my ear move?"
"No, I don"t think so," said Mr Luffy, finishing his breakfast. "Well, I"ve got some writing to do now. What are you going to do? Go for a walk?"
"We might as well take a picnic lunch and go off somewhere," said Julian. "How about it?"
"Yes," said d.i.c.k. "Can you pack us dinner and tea, Anne? We"ll help. What about hard-boiled eggs?"
It wasn"t long before they had a picnic meal packed in greaseproof paper.
"You won"t get lost, will you?" said Mr Luffy.
"Oh no, sir," said Julian, with a laugh. "I"ve got a compa.s.s, anyway, and a jolly good b.u.mp of locality, too. I usually know the way to go. We"ll see you this evening, when we get back."
"You won"t get lost, Mr Luffy, will you?" asked Anne, looking worried.
"Don"t be cheeky, Anne," said d.i.c.k, rather horrified at Anne"s question. But she really meant it. Mr Luffy was so absent-minded that she could quite well picture him wandering off and not being able to find his way back.
He smiled at her. "No," he said. "I know my way about here all right-I know every stream and path and er-volcano!"
Anne giggled. The others stared at Mr Luffy, wondering what in the world he meant, but neither he nor Anne told them. They said good-bye and set off.
"It"s heavenly walking today," said Anne. "Shall we follow a path if we find one or not?"
"Might as well," said Julian. "It"ll be a bit tiring scrambling through heather all the day."
So when they did unexpectedly come across a path they followed it. "It"s just a shepherd"s path, I expect," said d.i.c.k. "I bet it"s a lonely job, looking after sheep up on these desolate heathery hills."
They went on for some way, enjoying the stretches of bright heather, the lizards that darted quickly away from their feet and the hosts of b.u.t.terflies of all kinds that hovered and fluttered. Anne loved the little blue ones best and made up her mind to ask Mr Luffy what all their names were.
They had their lunch on a hill-top overlooking a vast stretch of heather, with grey-white blobs in it here and there - the sheep that wandered everywhere.
And, in the very middle of the meal, Anne heard the same rumbling she had heard before, and then, not far off, out spouted some white smoke from the ground. George went quite pale. Timmy leapt to his feet, growling and barking, his tail down. The boys roared with laughter.
"It"s all right, Anne and George. It"s only the trains underground here. We knew they ran under the moors and we thought we"d see what you did when you first heard them rumbling, and saw the smoke."
"I"m not a bit frightened," said Anne, and the boys looked at her, astonished. It was George who was the scared one! Usually it was quite the other way round.
George got back her colour and laughed. She called Timmy. "It"s all right, Tim. Come here. You know what trains are, don"t you?"
The children discussed the trains. It really did seem strange to think of trains in those hollowed-out tunnels down below the moors - the people in them, reading their newspapers and talking - down in tunnels where the sun never shone at all.
"Come on," said Julian, at last. "Let"s go on. We"ll walk to the top of the next slope, and then I think we ought to turn back."
They found a little path that Julian said must be a rabbit-path, because it was so narrow, and set off, chattering and laughing. They climbed through the heather to the top of the next slope. And at the top they got quite a surprise.
Down in the valley below was a silent and deserted stretch of railway lines! They appeared out of the black hole of a tunnel-mouth, ran for about half a mile, and then ended in what seemed to be a kind of railway yard.
"Look at that," said Julian- "Old derelict lines - not used any more, I should think. I suppose that tunnel"s out of date, too."
"Let"s go down and have a squint," said d.i.c.k. "Come on! We"ve got plenty of time, and we can easily go back a shorter way."
They set off down the hill to the lines. They arrived some way from the tunnel-mouth, and followed the lines to the deserted railway yard. There seemed to be n.o.body about at all.
"Look," said d.i.c.k, "there are some old wagons on that set of lines over there. They look as if they haven"t been used for a hundred years. Let"s give them a shove and set them going!"
"Oh, no!" said Anne, afraid. But the two boys and George, who had always longed to play about with real railway trucks, ran over to where three or four stood on the lines. d.i.c.k and Julian shoved hard at one. It moved. It ran a little way and crashed into the buffers of another. It made a terrific noise in the silent yard.
A door flew open in a tiny hut at the side of the yard, and a terrifying figure came out. It was a one-legged man, with a wooden peg for his other leg, two great arms that might quite well belong to a gorilla, and a face as red as a tomato, except where grey whiskers grew.
He opened his mouth and the children expected a loud and angry yell. Instead out came a husky, hoa.r.s.e whisper: "What you doing? Ain"t it bad enough to hear spook-trains a-running at night, without hearing them in the daytime, too?"
The four children stared at him. They thought he must be quite mad. He came nearer to them, and his wooden leg tip-tapped oddly. He swung his great arms loosely. He peered at the children as if he could hardly see them.
"I"ve broken me gla.s.ses," he said, and to their astonishment and dismay two tears ran down his cheeks. "Poor old Wooden-Leg Sam, he"s broken his gla.s.ses. n.o.body cares about Wooden-Leg Sam now, n.o.body at all."
There didn"t seem anything to say to all this. Anne felt sorry for the funny old man, but she kept well behind Julian.
Sam peered at them again. "Haven"t you got tongues in your heads? Am I seeing things again, or are you there?"
"We"re here and we"re real," said Julian. "We happened to see this old railway yard and we came down to have a look at it. Who are you?"
"I told you - I"m Wooden-Leg Sam," said the old man impatiently. "The watchman, see? Though what there is to watch here, beats me. Do they think I"m going to watch for these spook-trains? Well, I"m not. Not me, Sam Wooden-Leg. I"ve seen many strange things in my life, yes, and been scared by them too, and I"m not watching for any more spook-trains."
The children listened curiously. "What spook-trains?" asked Julian.
Wooden-Leg Sam came closer. He looked all round as if he thought there might be someone listening, and then spoke in a hoa.r.s.er whisper than usual.
"Spook-trains, I tell you. Trains that come out of that tunnel at night all by themselves, and go back all by themselves. n.o.body in them. One night they"ll come for old Sam Wooden-Leg-but, see, I"m smart, I am. I lock myself into my hut and get under the bed. And I blow my candle out so those spook-trains don"t know I"m there."
Anne shivered. She pulled at Julian"s hand. "Julian! Let"s go. I don"t like it. It sounds all peculiar and horrid. What does he mean?"
The old man seemed suddenly to change his mood. He picked up a large cinder and threw it at d.i.c.k, hitting him on the head. "You clear out! I"m watchman here. And what did They tell me? They told me to chase away anyone that came. Clear out, I tell you!"
In terror Anne fled away. Timmy growled and would have leapt at the strange old watchman, but George had her hand on his collar. d.i.c.k rubbed his head where the cinder had hit him.
"We"re going," he said, soothingly to Sam. It was plain that the old fellow was a bit funny in the head. "We didn"t mean to trespa.s.s. You look after your spook-trains. We won"t interfere with you!"
The boys and George turned away, and caught up with Anne. "What did he mean?" she asked, scared. "What are spook-trains? Trains that aren"t real? Does he really see them at night?"
"He just imagines them," said Julian. "I expect being there all alone in that deserted old railway yard has made him think strange things. Don"t worry, Anne. There are no such things as spook-trains."
"But he spoke as if there were," said Anne, "he really did. I"d hate to see a spook-train. Wouldn"t you Ju?"
"No. I"d love to see one," said Julian, and he turned to d.i.c.k. "Wouldn"t you, d.i.c.k? Shall we come one night and watch? Just to see?"
5
Back at camp again
The children and Timmy left the deserted railway yard behind them and climbed up the heathery slope to find their way back to their camping-place. The boys could not stop talking about Wooden-Leg Sam and the strange things he said.
"It"s a funny business altogether," said Julian. "I wonder why that yard isn"t used any more - and where that tunnel leads to - and if trains ever do run there."
"I expect there"s quite an ordinary explanation," said d.i.c.k. "It"s just that Wooden-Leg Sam made it all seem so weird. If there had been a proper watchman we shouldn"t have thought there was anything strange about it at all."
"Perhaps the boy at the farm would know," said Julian. "We"ll ask him tomorrow. I"m afraid there aren"t any spook-trains really - but, gosh, I"d love to go and watch for one, if there were any."
"I wish you wouldn"t talk like that," said Anne, unhappily. "You know, it makes me feel as if you want another adventure. And I don"t."
"Well, there won"t be any adventure, so don"t worry," said d.i.c.k, comfortingly. "And, anyway, if there was an adventure you could always go and hold old Luffy"s hand. He wouldn"t see an adventure if it was right under his nose. You"d be quite safe with him."
"Look - who"s that up there?" said George, seeing Timmy p.r.i.c.k up his ears, and then hearing him give a little growl.
"Shepherd or something, I should think," said Julian. He shouted out cheerfully. "Good afternoon! Nice day it"s been!"
The old man on the path just above them nodded his head. He was either a shepherd or farm labourer of some sort. He waited for them to come up.
"Have you seen any of my sheep down along there?" he asked them. "They"ve got red crosses on them."
"No. There aren"t any down there," said Julian. "But there are some further along the hill. We"ve been down to the railway yard and we"d have seen any sheep on the slope below."
"Don"t you go down there," said the old shepherd, his faded blue eyes looking into Julian"s. "That"s a bad place, that is."
"Well, we"ve been hearing about spook-trains!" said Julian, with a laugh. "Is that what you mean?"
"Ay. There"re trains that n.o.body knows of running out of that tunnel," said the shepherd. "Many"s the time I"ve heard them when I"ve been up here at night with my sheep. That tunnel hasn"t been used for thirty years - but the trains, they still come out of it, just as they used to."
"How do you know? Have you seen them?" asked Julian, a cold shiver creeping down his spine quite suddenly.
"No. I"ve only heard them," said the old man. "Choo, choo, they go, and they jangle and clank. But they don"t whistle any more. Old Wooden-Leg Sam reckons they"re spook-trains, with n.o.body to drive them and n.o.body to tend them. Don"t you go down to that place. It"s bad and scary."
Julian caught sight of Anne"s scared face. He laughed loudly. "What a tale! I don"t believe in spook-trains - and neither do you, shepherd. d.i.c.k, have you got the tea in your bag? Let"s find a nice place and have some sandwiches and cake. Will you join us, shepherd?"
"No, thank you kindly," said the old man, moving off. Til be after my sheep. Always wandering they are, and they keep me wandering, too. Good day, sir, and don"t go down to that bad place."
Julian found a good spot out of sight of "that bad place", and they all sat down. "All a lot of nonsense, "said Julian, who wanted Anne to feel happier again. "We can easily ask the farmer"s boy about it tomorrow. I expect it"s all a silly tale made up by that old one-legged fellow, and pa.s.sed on to the shepherd."
"I expect so," said d.i.c.k. "You noticed that the shepherd had never actually seen the trains, Julian? Only heard them. Well, sound travels far at night, and I expect what he heard was simply the rumblings of the trains that go underground here. There"s one going somewhere now! I can feel the ground trembling!"
They all could. It was a peculiar feeling. The rumbling stopped at last and they sat and ate their tea, watching Timmy sc.r.a.ping at a rabbit-hole and trying his hardest to get down it. He covered them with sandy soil as he burrowed, and nothing would stop him. He seemed to have gone completely deaf.
"Look here, if we don"t get Timmy out of that hole now he"ll be gone down so far that we"ll have to drag him out by his tail," said Julian, getting up. "Timmy! TIM-MY! The rabbit"s miles away. Come on out."
It took both George and Julian to get him out. He was most indignant. He looked at them as if to say: " Well, what spoil-sports! Almost got him and you drag me out!"
He shook himself, and bits of grit and sand flew out of his hair. He took a step towards the hole again, but George caught hold of his tail. "No, Timmy. Home now!"
"He"s looking for a spook-train," said d.i.c.k, and that made everyone laugh, even Anne.
They set off back to the camping-place, pleasantly tired, with Timmy following rather sulkily at their heels. When they at last got back they saw Mr Luffy sitting waiting for them. The blue smoke from his pipe curled up into the air.
"Hallo, hallo!" he said, and his brown eyes looked up at them from under his s.h.a.ggy eyebrows. "I was beginning to wonder if you"d got lost. Still, I suppose that dog of yours would always bring you back."
Timmy wagged his tail politely. "Woof," he agreed, and went to drink out of the bucket of water. Anne stopped him just in time.
"No, Timmy! You"re not to drink out of our washing-up water. There"s yours, in the dish over there."
Timmy went to his dish and lapped. He thought Anne was very fussy. Anne asked Mr Luffy if he would like any supper.
"We"re not having a proper supper," she said. "We had tea so late. But I"ll cook you something if you like, Mr Luffy."