"We ought to have thought of it first thing, when we were riding to the Grange," said Githa. "I"m afraid we shall find the best places have been cleared. To get mushrooms one almost has to sit up all night and watch them grow. Everybody"s so keen on them just now. Still, I think I know of one or two fields that are worth going to, on the chance that no one else has been there already."
The meadows which Githa proposed to visit lay near the river, about half-way between The Gables and Heathwell. The prospect of finding mushrooms there was rendered more promising on this particular day because most of the village children were helping to gather the bean harvest, and would therefore be busily employed elsewhere. The July heat was already ripening some of the corn, and before long the reapers would be at work.
"It"s a pity gleaning has gone so completely," said Gwethyn; "it must have looked so delightfully romantic. None of the village people are half so picturesque as those in the old pictures. Even Mrs. Gartley wears a dilapidated but still fashionable hat, which she bought at a rummage sale, and Mrs. Blundell"s daughter makes hay in the relics of a once gorgeous evening blouse and a voile skirt, instead of a print bed-gown and striped petticoat. I suppose people must keep pace with the times, but from an artistic point of view I wish their clothes were more suitable to their occupations."
"It"s no use mourning over vanished customs. We don"t defy the fashions and appear in Sir Joshua Reynolds costumes. Granny Blundell, at any rate, is picturesque in her ap.r.o.n and sun-bonnet. She made a splendid model for Katrine"s picture of the old spice cupboard."
"The cupboard she"s stolen from you!"
"No, no! She bought it fairly and squarely from Mrs. Stubbs. As I told you before, I"m glad for her to have it, since I can"t have it myself.
How hot it"s getting! I believe I"m tired with going out riding so early. I shall feel in better spirits when I"ve found some mushrooms. A penny for the first who sees any!"
"And who"s to give the penny?"
"Why, the other, of course!"
"Suppose one sees the mushroom and the other picks it. What then?"
"Oh, I don"t know! It would be like the fable of the two boys and the walnut."
"And what do "toadstools" count?" asked Gwethyn mischievously.
"A penny on the wrong side, decidedly."
The best and richest meadows for mushrooms lay a little distance from the highroad, in a hollow not far from the bank of the river, and beyond a coppice which was enclosed with wire-fencing and strictly preserved. A pathway led through the edge of this wood, and the girls, anxious to avail themselves of a short cut, turned their steps in that direction.
Githa, who was walking first, stopped for a moment to admire a lovely clump of silver birches which, with gleaming white stems and shimmering leaves, stood as outposts of the wood. A blackbird--always the sentinel of the wild--flew from the hedge, clattering a noisy warning of her approach, and roused a c.o.c.k pheasant, that whirred almost over her head in his flight for the open. Laughing at the start it gave her, she climbed lightly up the steps of the stile, but at the top she paused, and suddenly drew back, all her merriment gone in a flash. From the farther side of the fence, down among the bracken and the brambles, she had heard a groan, an unmistakably human groan, with a faint cry after it that sounded something like "Help!"
"Gwethyn," she said, with a decided tremble in her voice, "I believe there"s somebody lying down there!"
"Is there? Let me look! Oh, I say! It"s a man, and I"m afraid he"s hurt."
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""I BELIEVE I"VE BROKEN MY LEG," HE MOANED"]
Gwethyn did not delay a moment to hop after Githa over the stile. A figure in corduroy trousers and an old tweed jacket lay prostrate in the hedge bottom. At first sight the girls feared he was drunk, but one glance at his white face showed that he needed their help. He raised himself rather shakily upon his elbow as they made their appearance. His cheeks were drawn with pain, and his eyes were like those of a snared animal; but they had no difficulty in recognizing Bob Gartley.
"What"s the matter? Have you hurt yourself?" asked Githa briefly.
"Oh! Thank goodness anyone"s come! I believe I"ve broken my leg," he moaned.
"Did you fall?"
"Yes, and I can"t move an inch, not even to drag myself along. I"ve been lying here all night, and I thought I was goin" to die like a rabbit in a trap. I shouted and shouted, but there weren"t no one to hear, and then I couldn"t shout no more. I"d give the world for a drop of water,"
he added feebly, sinking back on the bracken, and half-closing his eyes.
"I"ll fetch some directly," cried Gwethyn, seizing the can which they had brought as a receptacle for the mushrooms, and rushing frantically in the direction of the river. She was quite unused to illness, and had never seen an accident before, so Bob Gartley"s haggard face filled her with alarm. Suppose he were to die out there in the wood, before any aid could be secured! The horror of the thought lent wings to her feet.
Without stopping to consider her dread of bulls, she climbed a high fence, and plunging recklessly through a drove of formidable-looking bullocks, reached the bank, and dipped her tin in the river, returning to the stile as quickly as she had come. Bob Gartley was still alive--that was a mercy--but he was lying groaning in the most terrible manner. Githa, looking very scared, was supporting his head with her arm. She seized the can from Gwethyn, and held it to his blue lips. A long draught of the water seemed to revive him, and he opened his eyes again.
"How be I a-goin" to get home?" he asked plaintively.
The question roused Githa to energy.
"We must do something to your leg first," she replied. "Gwethyn, remember our Red Cross work, it"s a case for first aid. Help me to find some sticks, and we"ll make splints. I shall want your handkerchief, and that scarf off your hat. I"m so glad I put on a soft belt this morning--that will help!"
It was easy enough to find sticks in the coppice for amateur splints, and Githa set to work with the best skill she could, binding the pieces of wood firmly on each side of the broken leg, with handkerchiefs, Bob"s neck-tie, Gwethyn"s scarf, and her own belt. The patient moaned considerably during the operation, but he seemed on the whole grateful.
"I might "a died if you hadn"t chanced to come by," he remarked. "I"ve had a night of it!"
"How did you manage to fall?" asked Gwethyn.
"I don"t know. I suppose I caught my foot in the dark, gettin" over yon stile."
Githa forbore to ask for what purpose he had been visiting a game preserve at nightfall, and turned her attention to the more imminent and practical consideration of how to convey him home.
"I must fetch help at once," she said. "I believe we"re quite close to Mr. Cooper"s poultry farm. I"ll run there, and try and get somebody to come."
"Do. I"ll stay here, then, with Mr. Gartley, for I don"t think he ought to be left alone, in case he turns faint again," agreed Gwethyn.
This poultry farm was within sight, at the top of a small hill. It was certainly the nearest place at hand. Githa made a bee-line for it, through hedges and over hurdles. If she tramped across the corner of a cornfield, her errand was her excuse. Arrived at the house, she seized the knocker, and gave, in her nervousness, a tremendously rousing rap-tap. The door was opened by Mr. Cooper himself.
"Oh, please, there"s been an accident!" gasped Githa in tones of tragic staccato. "Bob Gartley has broken his leg. He"s down in the wood there, and we don"t know what to do. Can you come?"
"Whew! That"s a bad job. Of course I"ll come. Perhaps I"d better bring a little brandy with me. Yes, and something to carry him on, for it will be the d.i.c.kens to move him. My man will help; he"s round now with the hens. Between us, I should think we ought to be able to manage it; and if not, we can fetch somebody from Pratt"s farm."
"Perhaps I can carry something," said Githa. "Could I hurry back first with the brandy?"
"No, no! If you don"t mind waiting a second, I"ll come with you. I don"t know where the fellow is."
"He"s lying just by the stile that leads into the wood. You couldn"t miss the place."
"Right-o! h.e.l.lo, Jack! Are you there? I want you. Bring two long broom-handles, and follow me down to the birch coppice. No, never mind the hens at present, they"ll have to wait."
Leaving Githa for a moment on the door-step, Mr. Cooper darted into his farm-house, emerging in an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time with a flask in his hand and a blanket flung over his arm.
"It"s Bob Gartley, you say?" he commented. "Oh, yes! I know the fellow well enough--a disreputable scamp he is, too! He was in the coppice for no good, you may be sure. Still, of course, we can"t leave him there, though it will be a doubtful benefit to his wife and family to cart him back with a broken leg. If you consulted the gamekeeper, I expect he"d prefer nailing him to a corner of the lodge, in company with a choice collection of stoats, hawks, and owls. He certainly cla.s.ses poachers under the head of vermin."
They found Gwethyn looking out anxiously for them, and much relieved at their arrival. Her patient had fainted after Githa left, and she had been obliged to fetch more water from the river to revive him. He was conscious now, but very weak, and scarcely able to speak.
"We"ll soon have him home," said Mr. Cooper, pouring a few spoonfuls of the brandy between his lips. "This will bring him round a little, you"ll see. Oh! There you are, Jack! Got the broom-sticks? That"s all right.
Now we must manage to make a litter."
Mr. Cooper undoubtedly had a head upon his shoulders, and knew exactly how to manage in the circ.u.mstances. He spread the blanket on the ground, and with Jack"s a.s.sistance lifted Bob Gartley on to it; then rolling each side tightly along a broom handle, he contrived a kind of hammock, on which it was possible to carry the unfortunate man. The first and greatest difficulty was to get him out of the wood. It was hopeless to think of lifting him over the stile, so they were obliged to beat down the hedge, and make a gap sufficiently wide to admit their ambulance.
"We must explain it to the keeper afterwards," said Mr. Cooper. "It will be comparatively easy now across the fields. Step with me, Jack, and perhaps we shan"t shake him so much. The poor chap"s in awful pain. Now then--left, right, left, right! We"ll get him to the road, and then call at Pratt"s farm, and ask them to lend their cart. It would be difficult to carry him all the way to Heathwell. The sooner he"s home and the doctor can set his leg the better, though I must say this first aid has been splendid. If one of you young ladies don"t mind taking the flask out of my pocket, you might moisten his lips with the brandy; he looks as if he were going to faint again."
The people at Pratt"s farm were busy haymaking, but they put down their rakes in stolid astonishment at the news of the accident, and after turning the matter over for a short time in their rustic brains, agreed to lend their horse and cart to convey the invalid home.
"We"ll put a good layer of straw for him to lie on," said Mrs. Pratt.
"It"ll save him from the jolting a bit. Yes, he be too big and heavy to carry all the way to Heathwell on that blanket. My goodness! He do look bad. I shouldn"t be surprised to see him took. Lor"! It"ll need be a warning to him if he pulls round."