After having tea at a cafe, Miss Aubrey and the girls made their way to the wharf, and found Stephen Peters, the landlord of the "Dragon", ready at the trysting-place. In excellent spirits they took their seats, antic.i.p.ating with much pleasure their return trip on the river. "They hadna" gane a mile, a mile", as the ballad says, before they began to wish themselves back on dry land. Miss Aubrey had not particularly noticed their boatman"s condition before they started; but they had not rowed far when she made the unpleasant discovery that he was hardly fit to handle the oars. He was in a jovial mood, and insisted upon bursting into s.n.a.t.c.hes of song.
"He was perfectly sober coming from Heathwell; he must have spent the whole afternoon at the inn on the wharf while he was waiting for us,"
thought poor Miss Aubrey, trying to conceal her fears from her pupils.
The girls were very naturally alarmed, for Mr. Peters was rowing in a particularly crooked fashion, continually b.u.mping into the banks, and running into clumps of overhanging willows, perhaps under a mistaken impression that he was arriving at his own landing-place.
"I believe the rudder"s wrong," said Diana, who had an elementary knowledge of matters nautical, and had undertaken to steer. "He must have partly unshipped it before we left Chistleton. It"s not the slightest use. I wish we hadn"t come!"
The landlord"s rowdy hilarity was shortlived, and rapidly turned to pessimism; he now shipped his oars, and regarded his frightened pa.s.sengers with a baneful glance.
"It will be best if I send us all to the bottom!" he announced.
"Oh, no! Come, come, Mr. Peters, I"m sure you won"t do that!" said Miss Aubrey persuasively, hoping to change the tenor of his mood again.
"I"ll do anything to oblige a lady," was the maudlin response; after which, apparently finding the situation too much for his failing senses, he lay down comfortably in the bottom of the boat, and fell asleep. It was safer to have him thus out of harm"s way; but the little party was in an extremely awkward strait. None of them, except Diana, had the slightest experience of rowing, and the rudder was undoubtedly half unshipped. Katrine and Diana each took an oar, but their efforts were of a most amateur description, and they could make little progress against the current. Poor Miss Aubrey sat very white and quiet in the stern, giving what directions she could, though she was practically as helpless as her pupils. She reproached herself keenly for having exposed them to such danger. What was their joy, on rounding a bend of the river, to see an easel on the bank, and the familiar figure of Mr.
Freeman working at a canvas. They all halloed loudly to him for help, and he soon grasped the situation.
"Can you manage to turn her, and paddle to the bank?" he shouted. "Be careful! That"s right--never mind where she lands, just get her ash.o.r.e anyhow!"
The boat, after wobbling round in a rather unsteady fashion, finally ran aground in a bed of reeds. By taking off his shoes and stockings, Mr.
Freeman contrived to wade out and board her, much to everyone"s relief.
"We thought we should never get home safely," said Miss Aubrey. "Peters has been dreadful! He threatened to send us to the bottom! We were thankful when he collapsed."
"The drunken sot!" exclaimed Mr. Freeman, looking with disgust at the prostrate figure. "He ought to have his licence withdrawn! He has no right to take out pleasure-boats. We"ll leave him where he is, and I"ll row you back to Heathwell. I"ll fetch my sketching traps. Oh no, please don"t apologize! I couldn"t think of doing otherwise. I"ll come again to my subject to-morrow; I"m in no hurry to finish it."
"It has been a most horrible experience," said Miss Aubrey to the girls, when they were at last back in safety at Heathwell. "I hope Stephen Peters will be thoroughly ashamed of himself when he recovers. I shall never hire his boat again, and shall warn other people not to trust him. I certainly thought we were going to be upset. If we hadn"t fortunately come across Mr. Freeman, I don"t know what might have happened."
"The Fairy Prince always turns up at the right moment!" whispered Diana to Gladwin, causing that damsel serious inconvenience, for she wished to explode, but was obliged to suppress such ill-timed mirth in the presence of the mistress.
CHAPTER XVI
Concerns a Letter
The Girls" Patriotic League never for a moment forgot that it was war-time. Though the quiet village of Heathwell was little affected by the European crisis, echoes of the conflict often reached Aireyholme from relations at the front. All the school grieved with Jill Barton when her brother was reported missing, and rejoiced when he turned out to be safe and sound after all. They did their best to comfort Jess Howard, whose cousin"s name was added to the Roll of Honour, and shared Hebe Bennett"s anxiety when her father was in a Red Cross Hospital. As a practical means of showing their patriotism, they had grown vegetables instead of flowers in their school gardens, and sent the little crops of peas and onions and cabbages to be distributed among the soldiers" and sailors" wives at a Tipperary Club in Carford. Katrine and Gwethyn heard rather irregularly from Hereward. They looked forward to his letters as uncertain but delightful events, and sat in eager expectation every morning when Mrs. Franklin distributed the correspondence. News that he was wounded came as a sore blow, though a letter in his handwriting followed immediately, a.s.suring them of his convalescence in a Base Hospital.
"I am doing splendidly," he wrote, "and hope soon to be at those Huns again. I am very comfortable here, and as jolly as a cricket, so don"t bother yourselves over me. There"s a fellow in the bed next to mine who says he knows Heathwell. We got talking, and I told him you two were at school there, so that"s how it came up. He used to live at a house called the "Grange". His name is Ledbury--an awfully decent chap--he"s in the Canadian Rifles. He"s had rather a nasty shrapnel wound, and will probably be sent home on sick leave. We"ve a jolly lot of books and magazines here, and sometimes there"s a concert in the ward. I can tell you we all yell the choruses to the songs. We don"t sound much like invalids."
When Katrine and Gwethyn had finished joying over the happy fact that Hereward seemed to be in no danger, and was apparently enjoying himself in hospital, it occurred to them to consider the item of news which he had mentioned concerning his fellow-patient. They showed the letter to Githa. She was immensely excited.
"Why, surely it must be Uncle Frank!" she exclaimed. "It couldn"t possibly be anyone else! He"s been away for years and years, and no one knew what had become of him. I haven"t seen him since I was a tiny tot, and I shouldn"t remember him at all. How splendid that he"s joined the Canadians! Oh! I"m proud to have a relation at the front. It"s glorious!
How I"d love to write to him! If I did, would you enclose it with yours to your brother, and ask him to give it to him? Of course it mightn"t be Uncle Frank after all, but I think I"ll chance it!"
"Write straight away, then," said Katrine, "for we shall be posting our letters to Hereward to-day. I"ll lend you some foreign paper."
"Oh, thanks so much!"
Githa spent the whole of her recreation time at her desk. Her epistle, if rather a funny one, had at least the merit of being spontaneous, for she put exactly what came into her head at the moment, without pausing to think of the composition.
"DEAR UNCLE FRANK,
"At least, I"m not at all sure that you really are my Uncle Frank, but I do hope you are. It"s just splendid that you are in the Canadians. I am dreadfully sorry you are wounded. I hope you will soon be quite well again. If you come back to England, do please come and see me, that is to say if you are really Uncle Frank, but I expect you are. I want to see you most dreadfully.
Cedric and I have often talked about you, and planned that we would go and live with you. Cedric tried to run away to you in America two weeks ago, but it is a good thing he did not go, for he would not have found you there. I am quite sure you are nice, and I should so like to see you. n.o.body is living at the "Grange" now, and it looks so wretched. I wish you would come and live there, and ask me to come too. I should like to live at the "Grange" again, and Cedric could come for the holidays. He is to go to-morrow to stay with a gentleman in London, who will coach him for the Naval Examination. I must stop now, as the bell is just going to ring, and I have no more time. I have written this letter in school.
"From your loving Niece, "GITHA HAMILTON.
"I hope I really am your niece, after all."
Githa folded and addressed her letter, and ran to give it into Katrine"s safe keeping. Her eyes were dancing, but clouded as a sudden apprehension struck her.
"Suppose he"s left the Base Hospital?" she queried.
"Hereward will send it to him. He"ll easily find out where he"s gone.
I"ll undertake it shall reach him somehow."
"What a trump you are! Oh! I wonder if it is really and truly Uncle Frank, or only somebody else?"
"I wish somebody could send me news of my uncle," said Yvonne de Boeck wistfully. "It is now five months since we hear. Is he alive? we ask ourselves. My aunt and my two cousins remain yet in Holland."
Yvonne and Melanie had been at Aireyholme since the preceding November, and though when they arrived they could speak nothing but French and Flemish, they were now able to talk English quite fluently. Indeed, Mrs.
Franklin complained that they had picked up many unnecessary expressions, and often scolded the girls for teaching them so much slang. They were favourites in the school, partly because everybody was so sorry for them, but also because they were really jolly, friendly children, and had adapted themselves so readily to their new circ.u.mstances. Yvonne"s twelfth birthday was celebrated with great rejoicings; the many presents she received and the English iced birthday-cake which made its appearance on the tea-table caused her little round rosy face to beam with smiles, and she exclaimed for the hundredth time: "Mesdemoiselles, you are too good towards me!" Yvonne evinced the utmost admiration for Tony; nothing delighted her more than to help with his toilet, to brush his glossy coat, wipe his paws when he came in from the garden, and a.s.sist at his Sat.u.r.day bath. She was even found tying her best hair ribbon as a bow on his collar. "C"est un vrai ange!" she would declare ecstatically.
One afternoon, when most of the girls were at the tennis courts, Yvonne happened to stroll to the bottom of the garden to look for a lost ball.
While hunting about under the laurels she could see plainly into the road, and she noticed Tony trotting through the gate. She called to him, but, intent on errands of his own, he ignored her, and crossed to the opposite hedge, where an abandoned bone claimed his interest. He was still busy gnawing it and growling over it, when tramping from the direction of the village appeared an old ragman, with a sack slung over his back. As he pa.s.sed Tony he stopped, and set his bag down on the ground, apparently to rest himself, though he glanced keenly round with such a strange vigilant look on his face that it immediately attracted Yvonne"s attention. Hidden under the laurels, she watched him carefully.
The ragman, finding himself the only occupant of the road, and believing he was safe from observation, opened his bag, and drawing out a piece of meat, offered it with a few cajoling words to the unsuspecting dog.
Tony had a friendly disposition, and also, alack! a tendency towards greediness. He was always ready for something tempting. He left his bone and came up inquiringly. The moment he was within reach, the ragman s.n.a.t.c.hed him up and crammed him unceremoniously into the sack, then shouldered him, and walked off at a rapid pace. It was all done so quickly that Tony had not even time to yelp, and once in the interior of the sack, his protests were smothered to suffocation point.
Yvonne, overwhelmed by the extreme suddenness and unexpectedness of the occurrence, could only give a gasp of horror; the dog had seemed to vanish as if by a conjuring trick. Luckily she was possessed of a certain presence of mind; she raced up the shrubbery, found George, the garden boy, and poured out her news, pointing the direction in which the ragman had gone. George flung down his spade, hurried out by the side gate, and ran along a short lane that led to the road. By thus cutting off a long corner, he almost fell into the arms of the ragman, who, no doubt, had been congratulating himself upon the speed with which he was escaping with his booty, and who certainly did not expect to be intercepted in so prompt a manner.
"You rascal! Let"s have a peep inside that bag," exclaimed George, and dragging the sack from the man"s shoulder he opened it, and revealed poor Tony, who crawled out, looking the most astonished dog in the world. The thief did not wait to explain matters. He took to his heels, leaving his sack behind him.
The thrilling tale of Tony"s adventure soon spread over the school.
Gwethyn was almost in hysterics at the danger her pet had escaped.
Yvonne, proudly conscious that for once she had acted as a heroine, received congratulations on all sides with a pretty French air of graciousness. Coming so soon after the attempted burglary, the episode made an even greater stir than it would perhaps otherwise have done. It seemed as if bad characters were abroad in the neighbourhood, and property must be guarded with unusual vigilance. The girls had allowed their fears to be calmed a little since the recent midnight alarm, but now their anxiety broke forth again in full force. They went to their rooms that night in a highly nervous condition. They looked carefully underneath their beds and inside their wardrobes, to make sure that no thieves were concealed there.
"I wish Mrs. Franklin would let us have night-lights," sighed Rose Randall. "Directly the room"s dark, I know I shall be just scared to death. Suppose a man climbed in through the window!"
"I"m more afraid of someone being hidden inside the house, waiting for his opportunity when every one"s asleep," said Beatrix Bates. "Don"t you remember that dreadful story of the pedlar"s pack? Oh, yes, you do! It was at a lonely farm-house, you know; the father and mother were away for the night, and at dusk a pedlar called, and asked if he might leave his pack there till the next day. The girl said yes, so he carried it in, and put it down in the parlour; then he went away. It seemed fearfully heavy, so the girl was curious and went to look at it, and then"--Beatrix" voice was impressive with horror--"she saw it move! She guessed at once that a man was concealed inside it!"
"Oh! a big parcel came to-day by the carrier--I saw it arrive!"
interrupted Prissie Yorke, in visible consternation.
"What did the girl do with the pedlar"s pack?" asked Dona Matthews.
"She stuck a knife into it," continued Beatrix, "and there came out--blood!"