They walked down the cypress-bordered path of Mollie"s first visit, and joined the stream of people going along the road, like themselves, to see the balloon ascent. Mollie felt very gay and festive; everybody feminine wore light frocks, the sun was bright but not too hot, the gra.s.s was green, and the whole countryside was frothed with almond-blossom, white and pink. Birds flew briskly about, indifferent to balloons, and horses with shining chestnut coats trotted along the well-kept road, lifting their slim ankles and polished heels in an elegant way very different from the gait of London cab-horses.
A balloon ascent was always a thrilling sight, Prudence explained, but the particular thrill about this one was that Hugh was going up.
The aeronaut was a friend of Papa"s, and, Mamma being on her way home to England, it had not been difficult to persuade easygoing Papa to give his consent. Indeed, there was nothing that he would have liked better than to go up himself, but Mr. Ferguson had shaken his head over fifteen stone of useless pa.s.senger.
"If we could throw you out a pound at a time you would be most welcome," he had said; "but you must wait a bit, Professor; the day will come when we shall not have to count every pound."
When they reached the field they found a deeply interested crowd already collected, and Papa had some difficulty in getting his rainbow into a good position. The huge balloon towered up far above them, its striped smoke-coloured sides gleaming under the netted mesh as it swayed with every breath of wind. The wicker car looked very small and frail.
"It"s not so small as it looks," Prue said to Mollie. "We were in it yesterday. It is nearly as big as my bedroom, and the sides reach up to Hugh"s shoulder; he couldn"t fall out unless he did it on purpose. There are dear little cubby-holes and all sorts of cute fixings. Its name is the _Kangaroo_. I do wish I could go up too, but Papa and Mr. Ferguson simply wouldn"t hear of it. Girls are never allowed to do anything."
"Aren"t you nervous?" Mollie asked. "Suppose it suddenly burst when it was ever so high. How high does it go?"
"Mr. Ferguson has been up five miles, but he is only going up one to-day. They won"t be very long away."
"You would be just as badly smashed if you fell one mile as if you fell five, I should think," said Mollie, with a shudder.
"It isn"t falling that they think about," Prue explained, "When you get very high you can"t breathe, and you have all sorts of horrid feelings. Once Mr. Ferguson fainted, and if the man with him hadn"t pulled the stopper thing out with his teeth they"d both have been killed."
"Why teeth?" asked Mollie.
"Because his hands were frozen, and he couldn"t use them," answered Prue. "They"ll be starting soon; they are going on board--look, there"s Hugh!"
Mollie saw a small grey-clad figure climbing into the car. He was followed by two men, one tall and the other rather short. As they climbed over the rails the great balloon swayed and trembled--it looked far more dangerous than a nice substantial aeroplane, Mollie thought; and there was no control, they simply flew up and were blown hither and thither according to the will of the winds. Suppose they were blown against something and got a great rip in the side!
"I don"t know how you _can_," she said to Prue. "If it were d.i.c.k-- where are d.i.c.k and Jerry? Haven"t they come?"
"Here we are, old bean, at your elbow. My word, wouldn"t I like to be going up too!"
"Same here. Some chaps have all the luck!" groaned Jerry.
Prudence shook her head. "Mr. Ferguson would never take more than one boy. Two might begin larking, and you simply must not lark in a balloon."
d.i.c.k thought of a joke about larks and balloons, but decided that it was not a really first-cla.s.s joke and merely shook an accusatory head at boys and their reprehensible ways.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THEY STOOD AND WATCHED THE _KANGAROO_ FOR SOME TIME]
The ring of men who held down the balloon were preparing to let go the ropes; the band began to play, the men in the balloon took off their caps and waved farewell, people cheered--and the _Kangaroo_ was off. She rose swiftly and buoyantly, remaining almost perpendicular until she was caught by a southwest current of air and sailed away towards the hills. As she rose the children could see Hugh at the edge of the car, waving his handkerchief.
It was very exciting. They stood and watched the _Kangaroo_ for some time, but her progress was slow, and Papa remarked that they could see her just as well from the street as from the field, now that she was near the clouds. He looked at his watch:
"There is just time to go and have some lunch before your dinner.
What would you say to cocoa and cream-cakes at Bauermann"s?"
This suggestion cheered away the left-behindish feeling that they all experienced as they watched that distant pear-shaped object floating in the sky. As they walked along the road it was impossible to keep their eyes and thoughts from following the balloon, so that conversation was desultory, until Mollie thought she saw a bad wobble and gave a little scream.
"You really need not be so nervous," Prue said, catching her by the arm. "Mr. Ferguson has been up hundreds of times, he won"t let Hugh down. Bridget read Hugh"s fortune in his tea-cup last night and says he is going to die when he is eighty-three-and-a-half; I can"t think why she has begun to hear his death-watch tick already. And besides--don"t you believe in Fate? If it is your fate to fall from a balloon and be killed, you"ll be killed that way; there"s no use trying not to be."
"You couldn"t be if you never went up in a balloon," said Mollie.
"Then it wouldn"t be your fate," Prudence answered.
Mollie could not think of a suitable reply at the moment and was silent.
"That"s not all," Grizzel added. "Hugh has got my green diamond with him for luck. Bridget says that my diamond is the Luck of the Campbells, and will always bring good luck to the person that wears it, like a four-leaved shamrock. So I made Hugh take it."
This remark reminded the others of the diamond-mine, and d.i.c.k, Jerry, and Mollie became eager for news of that adventure. It had turned out fairly well; they had not as yet made a fortune, but on the strength of their prospects Mr. Fraser had encouraged Papa to send Mamma and Baby for a trip home, and to add several comforts to the household, one of which was the broad veranda at the back of the house, in which Mollie had found herself that morning.
"We live in it by day, and some of us sleep in it by night," Prue said. "You shall sleep in a hammock to-night, Mollie."
After a feast of cocoa and cream-cakes at Bauermann"s they got home just in time for a dinner of twice-laid and Uncle Tom"s pudding, to which even d.i.c.k and Jerry could not do justice.
"It"s my favourite dinner, too," sighed Prudence. "It"s a strange thing that one day you get too much and another day too little. To- morrow there will be no Bauermann"s and most likely dinner will be boiled mutton and tapioca pudding."
The afternoon pa.s.sed rather slowly. Hugh might be back about five o"clock, and they were too anxious to hear how he had got on to be able to settle down to any occupation. They played croquet until all their tempers were hopelessly lost, even Prudence accusing Mollie of cheating. As if a Guide ever cheated under any circ.u.mstances whatsoever! After each girl in turn had thrown down her mallet and declared that she wouldn"t play, d.i.c.k swiftly defeated Jerry, the party recovered its tempers, and they were sitting down to play "I met a One-horned Lady always Genteel" when the garden-gate clicked and Hugh appeared.
Now d.i.c.k and Jerry, each in his own mind, had suspected that Hugh would come back from his trip full of "sw.a.n.k", and each had decided that gently and politely, but very firmly, he would squash the sw.a.n.ker. But there was no sign of the conquering hero about Hugh. He came slowly up the garden path towards them, gloom and depression showing in every step that he took, and still more upon his face as he drew near.
They looked at him expectantly, but he stood silently beside them, his shoulders stooping as though a load of care sat upon them, his usually clear eyes heavy and clouded, and the corners of his mouth turned down as if he had made up his mind never to smile again.
"What"s up?" asked Jerry at last. "Did the balloon bust, and you the sole survivor?"
"Didn"t my diamond bring you luck after all?" Grizzel questioned anxiously.
"Sick, old bean?" inquired d.i.c.k sympathetically.
"I think you"d better have tea right away," Prudence said, laying a motherly little hand on her brother"s arm.
"If he"s got something bad to tell he"d better tell it," said Mollie. "Nothing cures care like giving it air."
Hugh threw himself on the gra.s.s, hugged his legs with his arms, and, resting his chin on his knees, stared before him in stony silence.
"Spit it out, old bus," d.i.c.k adjured him, "If you are in a sc.r.a.pe we are with you to a man--aren"t we?" he asked the others.
A chorus of agreement brought a flicker of light into the gloom of Hugh"s face.
"I have been the biggest a.s.s in the world," he said. "If there is a bigger it would comfort me to meet him."
Two brown hands were promptly outstretched, but Hugh shook his head: "Wait till you hear." He paused for a moment, looked nervously from side to side and then behind him:
"I"m a murderer. Probably I shall be hanged. Unless I poison myself first."
"Hugh!" Prudence exclaimed sharply, "don"t make these horrible jokes. You know how Mamma hates them."
"It isn"t a joke, worse luck," Hugh groaned; "it"s beastly true.
Thank goodness Mamma is out of the way. Perhaps it can be hushed up so that she will never know the truth about the way I died."
A look of consternation settled upon every face; whatever Hugh had done, it was plain that he was exceedingly unhappy.
"Tell us," Jerry commanded briefly.