"You see, an iron kettle is such a weight", he explained, "and the last time we took one of those rubbishy sixpence-halfpenny tin ones the solder all melted directly we put it on to the fire, and the spout dropped off. We can sling the milk-can on a stick and prop it over the fire, and it does splendidly."
"Mind you don"t break the cups!" said Irene, expecting to hear a smash after the reckless way in which the can was being swung about.
"Couldn"t do it if I tried; they"re all enamel ones. The Mater wouldn"t trust us with her best china, I a.s.sure you."
"There are ever so many trout up in the stream by Inglemere," remarked Ralph. "If we could manage to tickle a few, we might fry them in the lid of the milk-can."
"It"s rank poaching!" declared Meta.
"I don"t care in the least," returned Ralph. "If Sir Percy complains that any are missing, you can give him the bones, with my compliments."
"I don"t think he would mind your catching one or two," said Monica. "I know Sir Percy rather well, and it is only real poachers that he"s so hard on, and excursionists who come sometimes and try to fish. You see, as he says, if everyone were allowed to take fish, there would soon be none left, and people would begin to do it for the sake of selling them, and not for the sport. He allowed Mr. Cross"s nephews to fish last summer when they were staying at the Rectory, and he said I might too, if I ever felt inclined."
"I"ve never seen trout tickled," said Lindsay.
"It will be a case of "First catch your fish, then cook it"," laughed Rhoda. "It isn"t at all easy to whisk them out--they"re the most slippery things you can imagine. I"m glad we don"t have to depend on Ralph"s skill for our dinner. I was hoping we might find some mushrooms, and stew them in part of the milk we"ve brought. We could put the can down among the ashes of the fire, and they"d be cooking while we ate the first course."
"Well, it is certainly a case of "First pick your mushrooms", for you don"t even know whether there"ll be any," retorted Ralph. "The trout are always there, at any rate."
It was a long walk to Pendle Tor, and appet.i.tes, sharpened by the fresh air of the hills, began to grow rather keen; but as they had all resolved not to have their picnic before they had reached the summit, they staved off the edge of their hunger with a few biscuits, and, trudging on, covered the last mile in such quick time that Leonard declared it reminded him of a paper-chase. It was rather a steep pull to gain the highest point, yet they were well rewarded when they reached it by the bird"s-eye view of the landscape around them, farms, churches, and distant village looking like so many toys, and the fields like the divisions in a map.
"I hope it doesn"t mean to rain," said Monica, pointing to some rather threatening clouds that were rolling up from the west.
"We shall get a nice wetting if it does, for we haven"t an umbrella amongst us!" returned Irene.
"Rain? Not it! Don"t distress yourself; the gla.s.s was up to "Fair" this morning. It"s only a little sc.r.a.p of mist blowing over. I don"t mind giving you a b.u.t.ter-scotch in exchange for every drop of rain you get on your hat to-day," declared Ralph, whose prophecies were generally in exact accordance with his hopes, and who was apt to shut his eyes to unwelcome truths.
"Better not promise too much, old chap, or you may have to pay up," said Leonard. "I don"t like the look of the sky myself. But what"s the odds?
It won"t be the first time we"ve been wet through, by a long way, and I suppose we shan"t melt."
"What about the lunch?" asked Rhoda. "I"m getting so famished, I can"t wait much longer."
It was decided that the extreme top of the Tor was hardly a suitable place--the wind was strong, and no water was available; so they climbed some little distance down the cliff on the farther side, and at last hit upon a sheltered spot among the rocks, where a small surface spring, bubbling up from the ground, enabled them to fill the milk-can which was to serve as a kettle. The boys cut large bundles of dry heather, and, stacking it well together, soon had a good fire burning. They found it after all impossible to suspend the can, for the flames burnt directly through any stick that they tried to hang over the blaze; so they were obliged to set it securely on an arrangement of stones, and rake the fire round it. They had brought the tea in a muslin bag, which they dropped into the can, to save a teapot; and though pouring out was rather difficult, owing to the tin being so extremely hot, Meta managed to dispense the cups without burning her fingers.
"You haven"t provided the fish course yet," said Rhoda to Ralph. "I thought we were to have fried trout as part of the feast."
"And I thought you were to give us mushrooms," retorted Ralph.
"Shouldn"t care to wait while she cooked them," declared Leonard. "Ham sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs are quite good enough for me. Did you bring any salt? Another cup of tea, please, and don"t be stingy with the sugar, Meta. I like three lumps."
"I wonder why things always taste so different out-of-doors," said Lindsay, looking reflectively at the three-cornered strawberry jam pastry she was eating.
"Why, I saw you swallow an ant on your tart just now," said Ralph, "so perhaps that has given it a flavour. Oh, you needn"t distress yourself!
Ants are quite wholesome, I a.s.sure you. There are a frightful lot of them crawling about here, though. I think we shall have to move on a stave."
"Ugh! Yes. They"re stinging me already!" agreed Lindsay.
They were all a little tired after their long walk, so they were glad to sit and rest after lunch, asking riddles, cracking jokes, and listening to the boys" school tales of exciting cricket matches, private feuds, combats between cla.s.s champions, and the punishments that had been meted out to certain sneaks and bullies--accounts which were as thrilling in their way as the doughty deeds of mail-clad knights of old, the warlike sentiments being just the same, though the setting of the century might differ. It was so interesting that n.o.body gave a thought to the time, or remembered the ominous clouds that had been stretching themselves out like long ribbons over the moor.
"Why, where"s the view gone to?" cried Monica at last. "I thought we could see Linforth and the lake from here, and the tower of Haversleigh Church."
She might well exclaim in astonishment. Instead of the landscape which had met their eyes before, there was nothing to be seen but a great white wall of mist that seemed to close them in on every side, as if some giant hand had suddenly drawn down a blind between them and the distance.
"Whew!" exclaimed Ralph, starting to his feet, and indulging in a long-drawn-out whistle. "This is a nice fix! We"re in the middle of a cloud. I never saw it coming up. It will be uncommonly awkward to get out of it. What a shame of old Pendle Tor to play us such a trick!"
"Will it soon blow over, do you think?" asked Irene.
"I don"t know," replied Meta rather gravely. "Sometimes the clouds stay on these moors for days and days together. I wish we had noticed it sooner, and gone down to the road again before we were surrounded. I"m afraid it may be very difficult to find our way now."
"I don"t think it"s any use waiting," said Leonard, "it mayn"t clear for hours. We"d better pack up our traps, and make the best push we can to try to strike the path."
"We must all stick close together," remarked Ralph. "It won"t do to get divided, or we might never find each other again. We"d better keep well to the right; there"s an old quarry on the left, and it wouldn"t be exactly pleasant to walk into it. Luckily I"ve a pocket compa.s.s on my watch chain."
Very much sobered in spirits, the picnic party hastily packed up the baskets, and, choosing Ralph as guide, set off down the hillside, hoping to find some track that would lead eventually into the road below. It was a strange walk, groping their way through what Monica described as "white darkness". The heavy mist hung in the air like a blanket, so completely shutting them in that they could scarcely see each other at a distance of even a few feet, and it was only by keeping near enough to touch one another that they managed to avoid being separated. Though they had some general idea of their direction, they did not really know where they were walking, and stumbled blindly on through heather and bilberry bushes, over stones and rocks, only feeling that they were going downhill. It was very slow progress. Ralph stopped continually to consult his compa.s.s, and occasionally gave a loud "cooee", in case they might find some wandering shepherd or countryman who would be able to help them. There was no answer to his calls, however--only the occasional bleat of a sheep that sounded far off and m.u.f.fled through the mist. They knew there was neither cottage nor farm within hail, and unless they could strike the road they might wander on hour after hour over the moors, only getting farther and farther out of their way. Tired out with the rough trudge, the girls at last declared they must sit still for a few minutes and rest.
"I"m awfully sorry to have landed you in such a hole," said Ralph, "but who would have thought those innocent-looking clouds would have come down on us like feather beds? You really never know what to expect on these hills."
"I wonder what we"d better do?" said Monica.
"Stay where we are," suggested Irene.
"It would be too cold to spend the night here," replied Meta.
"We haven"t even our jackets with us," added Lindsay.
"Unless we"re quite dead beat, we"d better push on," said Leonard. "I"m hoping we may come to the stream, because we could find our way along the banks to Whitcombe, at any rate. I"ve been listening for it all the time, but I haven"t heard a sound."
"I wish we had a divining rod!" groaned Rhoda. "That would tell us in what direction the water lay. We"ve been going south-east all the time, haven"t we?"
"Yes, I believe the stream lay due south from where we started,"
answered Ralph, "but I didn"t dare to turn that way, because of the quarry. Perhaps we may strike it higher up. If you"re rested, girls, we"ll be going."
The damp, clinging clouds appeared to have settled down to stay. The wind that had been blowing earlier in the day, when they ascended Pendle Tor, had ceased, and there was not even the breath of a breeze to blow away the clammy mist that was already drenching their clothes with a chilly dew. It was now half-past five o"clock, and they had been wandering for more than an hour.
"I haven"t an idea where we are, nor how far we"ve come," said Ralph. "I only know I"ve been steering east by the compa.s.s. Of course we"ve been going very slowly, but I think we shouldn"t be far from the brook. If we could find that, it would be an enormous help."
"I believe I hear water now," said Rhoda, pausing a moment. "I"m sure I do: to our left. Listen!"
All stood still, with every sense on the alert, straining their ears intently for the faintest murmur. In the far distance it seemed to them that they could certainly catch the unmistakable rush of a stream flowing swiftly over a rough, stony bed. Guided by the sound, they stumbled on, till at length, after climbing over a number of rocks, they reached the welcome brook that was to be their path to home and safety.
"I"m uncommonly glad to see it!" said Ralph, stooping to take a drink.
"I began to think we should never get back again. If we follow it down, it will lead us straight into Whitcombe. Of course, that"s far enough out of our way, but we might get a trap there, and drive home."
It was a most terrible scramble down the bed of the stream, over jagged rocks, among briers and bushes, and through rushes and reeds. The mist still wrapped them round, and they did not dare to venture away from the water to find smoother walking. The three visitors, who were not accustomed to such exploits, were nearly exhausted, while even st.u.r.dy Meta and Rhoda showed signs of giving in.
"We"re at the old bridge now," said Ralph, trying to encourage them. "We can climb up and get on to the road. It"s only about three miles farther to Whitcombe village. We"re bound to find a trap of some sort there, and then you"ll be all right."