"And then I might find my charm," Hortense added eagerly.
They peeped through the window and saw nothing but a low fire on the hearth and the dim, kindly face of the big clock.
"Let"s risk it," said Hortense and lifting the latch, walked in.
"h.e.l.lo," said the Clock genially. "You here again? It"s a dangerous place for little folks."
"We shan"t stay," said Hortense. "I want to get my charm if I can."
But the charm was not in its place under the gla.s.s upon the mantel.
"Oh dear," said Hortense.
"Jeremiah took the charm away," said the Clock. "Perhaps he"ll bring it back in time."
"You have all the time there is," Hortense said. "We haven"t and can"t wait so long."
Still, there was nothing to do, not then at least, and bidding the Clock good-by, she and Andy hurried away. The blue moon was setting, and soon, they knew, it would be day. They hastened their steps and had nearly reached the tunnel when Andy suddenly pulled Hortense into the bushes beside the path.
Down the path came the sound of footsteps and past them hurried Jeremiah and Grater.
"Let"s hurry," said Andy, "before they come back."
They ran down the tunnel as fast as they could and soon came to the large cave under the brook where the water dripped without ceasing.
"Safe so far," said Andy, "but the last part is uphill and harder."
They crossed the cave and ran on, looking back now and then as they paused to catch their breath.
"We"re lucky," said Andy when they had pa.s.sed the little door safely and shut it behind them.
They slipped through the wooden chute into the cellar and seated themselves on the stairs to eat their bites of cooky.
"Oh," said Hortense suddenly, "what do you suppose will become of Tom and Jerry? I"d forgotten them completely."
"We"ll have to wait and see," said Andy. "I"m sleepy and must get to bed."
So, too, was Hortense, and she did not awaken in the morning until ten o"clock when the sun was shining high. Her only thought was of Tom and Jerry and what might have become of them, until she tried to open a drawer in the highboy to find a dress when she also remembered that Highboy and Lowboy were imprisoned.
The drawer wouldn"t open; it was stuck fast. So, too, were the other drawers. Nor when she spoke to Highboy did he answer; he was not there.
Only a dead thing of wood stood where Highboy had been.
"Dear me," thought Hortense, "I suppose it is the same with Lowboy. How then, will Grandmother get at her knitting?"
She hastily dressed in the clothes she had worn the day before.
Breakfast was over, and Hortense begged Aunt Esmerelda for a bite in the kitchen. Aunt Esmerelda was muttering to herself.
"Dis yere house is sho" hoodooed. Mah cookies is gone, an" I done made a crock full yistahday. An" yo" gran"ma"s chist of drawahs, dey don"
open. An" de hosses is plumb gone. It ain"t no place fo" me."
Hortense kept a discreet silence and hurriedly finished her breakfast.
Then she ran to her Grandmother.
"I shall have to get Fergus to pry open the drawer of the lowboy," said Grandmother. "It won"t open at all." Then noticing Hortense"s soiled dress for the first time, she added,
"Dear me, child, you should have on a clean dress."
"The drawer in the highboy wouldn"t open, Grandma," said Hortense.
"And your Grandfather is looking for the horses. They have disappeared," said Grandmother. "I"m sure I don"t know what is the matter with everything."
Hortense ran out to the barn to find her Grandfather. Fergus, Uncle Jonah, and Grandfather were standing before the barn discussing the loss of Tom and Jerry. Hortense stood quietly by, listening to what they said, but all the time her eyes were on the mountain side, seeking the rock where last evening she had left Tom and Jerry. She found it at last and watching it closely, saw something move.
"I think Tom and Jerry are way up on the mountain side by that big rock," said she pointing.
Grandfather and Uncle Jonah could see nothing, but Fergus, whose eyes were good, said finally, "I see something moving there, to be sure, but how Tom and Jerry could reach such a place, I can"t see. However, I"ll go look."
Uncle Jonah shook his head and went away muttering; Hortense, holding her Grandfather"s hand, went with him to his library. Grandfather took her on his knee and for a while said nothing--just sat with wrinkled brows, thinking. Then he raised his eyes to the bronze Buddha and spoke, half to himself.
"I believe if we could make the image talk we"d learn what"s at the bottom of all these mysterious happenings. He looks as if he could talk, doesn"t he? Perhaps if we burned incense before him he might speak."
"What is incense?" Hortense asked.
"This," said Grandfather, opening a drawer and showing her a sweet-smelling powder. "If we burned this before him and he were pleased with us, he might be made to talk. So the Hindoos believe. But I"m afraid he"d pay no attention to unbelievers."
Grandfather was joking, of course, but nevertheless Hortense pondered his words and made note of the drawer in which her Grandfather kept the little packet of incense.
Late that afternoon Fergus arrived home with Tom and Jerry, having had an awfully hard time getting them safely down the mountain side. It was so late that Fergus had no time to see to the drawers which refused to open in the lowboy and the highboy. For this Hortense was glad; she feared that it would hurt Highboy and Lowboy to have the drawers forced open and, besides, she meant that night to do her best to rescue them from the Little People. To that end she ran to the hedge which divided her yard from Andy"s and, calling to Andy, told him her purpose.
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CHAPTER XII
"_There are queer doings in this house._"
"I think," said Hortense, "that every one should go with us to-night, Coal, Ember, Malay Kris, Owl, and even Alligator. For you see, not only do we have to free Highboy and Lowboy from the Little People, but we have to bring them safely home."
Andy thought for a moment.
"It will take a great many cookies," said he, "and it will probably be difficult to make Malay Kris, Owl, and Coal and Ember eat thirteen cookies each. Alligator, of course, will eat anything."
Hortense nodded.
"I"ve thought of that. I don"t think Coal and Ember need be smaller than they are to get through the tunnel; nor Owl either. Malay Kris, I"m sure, will do as we ask him. That will make only four of us again, and fifty-two cookies as before. I do hope there are that many. Aunt Esmerelda says she"s going to stop baking cookies, they go so fast."