"Let"s knock "em down and run for it," urged one. "They don"t know who we are. Tip they there things out of your pocket, Bill, so"s they won"t have no clue."
Esther"s eyes darkened and deepened, her lips grew a little more compressed, but otherwise her expression did not change from its look of scornful disgust. Poppy clung closer. "Oh, Essie, don"t let them hurt us," she whispered nervously.
Esther drew her closer and stood in front of her. "They won"t hurt us, darling," she said, with calm defiance.
Angela, who all this while had been standing white to the lips and shaking uncontrollably, now suddenly pulled herself together. "If either of you dare to touch my little sister," she called out, "I"ll--I"ll--"
"Dear me," mimicked one boy rudely. "Will you really? What very fine people we are. Ain"t we brave too! Come on, Bill," and they came towards the girls with a rush. But they had reckoned without a very important antagonist. Guard, sitting quiet, obedient, apparently unconcerned, had watched every movement. At their first step forward he was on his feet, when they made their rush he sprang towards them, knocking the first boy off his feet, and the others sprawling over him, and across the wriggling, bellowing, gasping heap he planted his big, rough body determinedly, growling fierce low growls every time they attempted to move, and even had his mistresses called to him then it is doubtful if he would have moved, so enraged was he.
But Esther did not call him. Her anger had flamed as hot as his at this attack of the bullies on Angela and little Poppy, and she felt no pity.
"They shall stay there," she determined, "for the time, at any rate.
We will see what will happen next."
The next thing that happened was a very meek voice coming from the prostrate trio. "Please, miss, if you"ll call your dog off, we won"t touch you, we won"t really, honour bright!"
"Honour bright," scoffed Esther. "You have none. You don"t know what honour is! I didn"t know before that boys ever were such cowards."
"Please, miss, if you"ll call him off and not let him hurt us, we"ll promise--"
"I don"t want your promises," cried Esther. "You are thieves and cowards, and I wouldn"t take your word. Besides, _we_ are not afraid of your touching us. Why did you steal our things?"
"Well--we found them," grumbled one of the boys. "Findings is keepings, and how was we to know they was yours?"
"You knew they were not yours, and you had no right to touch them."
"You shouldn"t leave things about if you don"t want them took. As like as not your dog would have had "em if we hadn"t."
"_He_ is _honest_," said Esther scathingly, "and we are accustomed to honest people. The things were put in a safe spot, out of sight."
"Not so very safe," taunted Bill. "We found "em easy enough."
But his energy only called forth an alarming growl from Guard.
"We will find a safe spot for you, at any rate," said Esther meaningly, and the boys became thoughtful for a moment.
"Please, miss, your dog"s "urting. He"s treading on my chest, and he"s "eavy," whined Bill, but Esther paid no heed. Silence reigned, broken only by the voice of the river, and the singing of the happy birds.
Guard stood at his post, the three girls kept the entrance, the boys waited in increasing alarm, wondering what was going to happen.
They were beginning to feel genuinely frightened.
Esther was thinking deeply. The truth was she did not know what step to take next. She did not really want to give them in charge, she did not want the affair to reach Cousin Charlotte"s ears, and she did not know how to dispose of her prisoners with dignity.
At last the silence was broken by a pitiful wailing voice. "Please, miss, if you"ll let us go, we"ll promise never to do no such thing no more.
Please, miss, we ain"t thieves really; we done it for fun more"n anything, and--and now I--I wish I hadn"t never seen the old things," and then the hero broke down and began to sob and call "Mawther, mawther, I want my mawther!"
Angela"s anger evaporated. "I dare say he isn"t really a bad boy," she whispered to Esther. "Let"s forgive him, Essie."
Esther was making up her mind. "Look here, you boys," she called out at last, "if you apologise to us and say you are sorry, and will never do such a thing again, we will let you off this time. But you must tell me your names and where you live." She did not in the least know what good an apology would be, nor did the boys know what it was, but they promised readily.
"Guard, come here," commanded Esther.
Guard moved away reluctantly. He had not forgotten the sudden attack on his little mistresses. The boys sat up.
"His name is John Thomas, and his is Bill Baker, and mine"s Silas Hawken,"
said the eldest of the three, "and we lives to Four Winds."
"Um!" said Esther sternly. "We know Four Winds and a lot of people there, so we shall hear if you don"t behave yourselves, and if you don"t we will tell the police about this. Now go."
With intense relief and quickening steps the boys were hurrying by them, Guard, still suspicious, following at their heels, when suddenly it was his turn to be bowled over by the enemy. With a roar of terror the three boys recoiled one on the other, and all three on top of Guard, for at the entrance stood Penelope and Constable Magor.
Angela and Poppy looked almost as frightened as the boys. They did not want them to be really taken to jail, and it seemed now as though matters were being taken out of their hands. They felt sure the culprits would be led away handcuffed. Poppy, with this in her mind, forgot everything.
"Oh, please," she cried, running to the constable, "please we have promised to forgive them. Don"t take them to jail, please. They said they were sorry, and they won"t ever be naughty again, and we let them go.
Didn"t we, Esther? Please don"t hurt them."
Constable Magor looked at Esther, and Esther explained. The boys, looking the picture of miserable fear and shame, stood huddled together as far as possible from every one. The constable, with a knowing shake of the head to Esther, said, "All right, miss. I knows how to deal with they there young rogues." Going over to them he pushed them apart, and made them stand at equal distances from one another.
"Now you turn out your pockets, every one of them," he commanded sternly.
"Right there afore me, you turn "em out, and turn "em out thorough, or I"ll be doing it for you. Do you hear?"
They heard plainly enough, and with shaking hands turned out a collection of marbles, crumbs, sticky sweets, twine, broken patties and sandwiches, and sundry other odds and ends. One had the little doyley Angela had first recognised, another reluctantly produced a silver folding fruit-knife with "C. Ashe" engraved on the handle. When the girls saw this they looked at each other. "Cousin Charlotte and Anna would have missed that," they whispered, "and then we should have had to tell."
The constable looked grave, too, when he saw the knife and the doyley.
"This is serious," he said sternly, "and if it wasn"t that the young ladies perticler asked me not to, I"d clap the handcuffs on the lot of you for it, and as like as not you"d get a week in jail, and have your jackets warmed with that there cat-o"-nine-tails you may have heard tell on.
Don"t you think, miss," turning to Esther with a very grave face, "as "ow I"d better, after all?"
"Oh no--don"t let him!" pleaded Poppy frantically.
Esther pretended to think deeply for a moment, debating the question; then, with great importance and dignity, "No, I think we will let them go this time, thank you," she said, "though when I gave them my promise I didn"t know they were going away with stolen things in their pockets.
I gave them my promise, and I"ll keep it, but,"--very severely--"it is more than they deserve."
"That it is," said Constable Magor emphatically; "and if they don"t look after their ways they"ll taste that "cat" yet. Do you hear, you young scamps? Let this be a lesson to you, and thank your stars you"ve got such kind-hearted young ladies to deal with, or I wouldn"t say what would have happened to you by now! Now go. Right about face, quick march, and don"t you let me have no more complaints of you, or I"ll know how to act.
You won"t have a second such chance. Do you hear? Now go!"
They did not need a second bidding, but dashed out of the place as though they feared if they lingered their chance would be gone, and soon even their stumbling, scrambling footsteps could no longer be heard.
Then the policeman took his leave too, and the four were left looking at each other. The scene had tried their nerves and their courage more than they realised; they felt suddenly very tired and very depressed.
Poppy began to sob from sheer weariness. The others felt as though they would like to follow suit, but pride forbade them. The moor and the river and the day seemed suddenly to have grown chilly and gloomy and sad.
"I think we will go home," said Esther. "Shall we?"
They all agreed, with something like relief in their voices. Poppy"s sobs ceased. "It doesn"t seem a bit like a burfday, does it, Essie? Oh, I am _so_ tired."
Esther bent down and kissed her and picked her up in her arms.
She herself was tired, and Poppy was a heavy load for fourteen-year-old Esther; but she loved her baby sister so dearly she could not bear to see her sad and weary. "Put your arms round my neck and hold tight, and we will soon get home, and you shall rest a little; and then we will have tea, and all the rest of the day shall be one of the beautifullest you ever had. We will play games, "Hot and Cold," "Pepper, Salt, and Mustard," and all the ones you like best, and we will have a lovely time, won"t we?"
Poppy nodded the weary little head resting on her sister"s shoulder.
"Yes," she agreed gladly, comforted greatly by Esther"s tone.
Esther herself did not feel at all inclined for games or jollity, or anything of the sort, but the mere pretending helped her. Penelope and Angela strolled on ahead, linked arm in arm. Guard trotted along slowly between the two couples, as though determined to be prepared for any more attacks, and so they reached home again at last, and thankfully they made their way to their comfortable bedrooms to prepare for the next event of that exciting day.
"I do hope," said Esther, as she slowly mounted the stairs, "that we don"t have another angry word with any one all the rest of the day. It seems to have been nothing but quarrelling, so far."