"Your loving brother,
"DERMOT."
"Oh, Honor! Are you going?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn"t fail Dermot at such a pinch. Luckily I have the money too. I shall let myself out by the dressing-room window, and climb over the fence at the end of the cricket field. It won"t take very long. I shall be back before any of the servants are stirring."
"But it"s such a frightfully risky thing! Suppose you were caught, you"d certainly get into a sc.r.a.pe."
"I shall have to take the risk. Dermot will get into a far worse sc.r.a.pe if I don"t go. I couldn"t bear to think of him waiting for me on the sh.o.r.e, and finding I never came. Hush, Janie! Please don"t ask me any more. I"ve made up my mind."
Honor had put on her tennis shoes, and now stole very softly out of the room and down the pa.s.sage. Janie went to bed again, though certainly not to sleep. She heard the stairs creak, and wondered if anyone else were awake in the house, and would notice the compromising sound.
"Oh, dear! What is to be done?" she thought anxiously. "It"s fearfully naughty of Honor, yet I sympathize with her wanting to help Dermot. I believe I should have gone myself, if I"d had a brother of my own in trouble. Major Fitzgerald must be a very stern man; they both seem too frightened of him to tell anything, and their poor mother is so ill she mustn"t be disturbed. I"m sorry for Honor. I hope she won"t be long away; I shall be wretched till she comes back. Somebody might see her from a window, even if no one hears her in the pa.s.sage, and then--I don"t like to think of the consequences!"
Honor was indeed determined to do her utmost for Dermot. Of all her five brothers, he was the dearest. Rather younger than herself, he had been her inseparable companion in nursery days, when the pair had shared everything, from sweets to scoldings, with strictest impartiality. Honor had never forgotten the terrible parting when her father had decreed that Dermot was old enough to go to school--how she had cried herself sick, and how absolutely lonely and deserted the Castle had seemed when she was obliged to wander about and amuse herself alone. She had grown accustomed in time to solitary rambles, but she had always looked forward to her brother"s return with keenest antic.i.p.ation, and regretted bitterly that holidays were so short.
That Dermot was in trouble and wanted her was now the one thought uppermost in her mind, and rules were entirely ignored in her desire to see him and speak with him. Though she was determined to carry out her project she knew, however, that it was a most unorthodox and unwarrantable proceeding to leave St. Chad"s at such an hour, and on such an errand, and she had no desire to be caught and prevented from going.
She stole along the landing, therefore, as softly as possible, pausing every now and then to listen if all were quiet. The whole house seemed to be sound asleep, and not a door opened as she pa.s.sed. Once down the stairs and in the hall she felt safer, and hurrying quickly into the dressing-room, she easily unbolted a French window that led into the garden.
Was that a step on the stairs? Honor was not sure. She dared not go back to ascertain, but, rushing outside, fled as fast as she could round the corner in the direction of the cricket pitch.
"Whoever it was will find the bird flown," she said to herself.
"Perhaps I was mistaken, though, and only imagined I heard somebody."
A glance at the little watch pinned to her blouse told her that she had not much time to lose. She did not wish to keep Dermot waiting, for she knew he would be in a fever of anxiety until she made her appearance.
"I hope he has managed to get off safely," she thought. "It must be more difficult to leave a large dormitory than a small bedroom; still, I don"t suppose any of the other boys would try to stop him, or would tell afterwards."
She had now reached the playing-fields, and she climbed over the fence that separated them from a neighbouring pasture. A few hundred yards, and a stile brought her to a path along the cliffs that led to the bathing-place.
Dermot was first at the tryst. Even before Honor began to descend the flight of steps she caught sight of his familiar figure on the beach below. He was pacing impatiently up and down, glancing first one way and then another, until at length he happened to look upwards in the right direction, and saw her. He waved his hat, and came eagerly along the shingle to meet her.
"All right, Dermot! I"ve brought you the sovereign!" she cried, anxious to relieve his mind at once.
"Really? Oh, I say, Sis, it is good of you!"
There was no long line of grinning schoolboys to jeer, nor sedate Chaddites to disapprove, so Honor hugged her brother this time to her heart"s content. It seemed so delightful to see him again that she almost forgot for the moment upon what errand she had come, only realizing that he was there, and that she had him all to herself. The remembrance of his trouble, however, quickly returned to her.
"Come and tell me everything," she said, drawing him towards the bathing-hut. "We can sit on these steps and talk."
"I was rather doubtful whether my letter had reached you," began Dermot; "I"d to settle with the janitor, and at first he said that the College was so strictly kept, it would be quite impossible. Afterwards he gave way and said he"d try, but I couldn"t see him again to ask if he"d really managed the affair; I had just to come to the cove on chance. I can tell you I was glad when I saw you coming down the rocks.
Oh, Honor, I"ve got myself into the most awful mess!"
"How is it? I don"t understand. Who is this Blake?"
"He has a place in Dunscar, a kind of second-rate veterinary surgeon"s business; and he sells dogs, and rats, and rabbits, and even does a little mole-catching, I believe--rather a low-cla.s.s sporting chap, in fact. Roper took me to the kennels one day, to see a spaniel. Some of our fellows keep dogs there, and Blake looks after them. Well, I liked the spaniel; it was a perfect beauty! Roper said Blake only wanted ten shillings for it, and it was an absolute bargain. He advised me to buy it and keep it at the kennels. I"d run through all my cash by then, but Blake said I could go on tick if I cared; and I thought it was a pity to miss the chance, because if I didn"t have the dog, Jarrow was going to take him."
"I suppose you mayn"t keep dogs at school?" said Honor.
"Rather not! You"d have liked this one, Honor! His name was Terry, and he was as jolly as poor old Doss used to be. He got to know me directly, and he"d come jumping and trying to lick my face. He was clever, too; he could do all kinds of tricks--trust for a biscuit, and lie down and die, and give three barks for the King. I grew so fond of him, and I meant to take him home with me in the holidays. Well, I hadn"t been able to go to the kennels for several days, and when at last I managed to run down there Blake told me that Terry was dead and buried. He looked so shifty when he said it that I had my suspicions at once. I don"t believe Terry died at all; I"m sure Blake sold him to somebody else, who has taken him away."
"Oh, what a shame!" exclaimed Honor.
"It"s just like the fellow, though--he"s an atrocious cad! Of course, I couldn"t prove anything. I could only say that Terry had looked all right when last I saw him, and it seemed a queer thing for him to pop off so suddenly; but then Blake rounded on me with all sorts of medical terms, and said he"d made a post-mortem examination, and could give me a written certificate. As if that would have been of any use! Well, the long and short of it was, we had a quarrel, and Blake turned nasty. He said he wanted the money I owed him for the dog, and he gave me an immense bill for its keep. It was quite ridiculous; he made out it had eaten pounds and pounds of Spratt"s biscuits every week, and that he"d bought fresh meat for it too. I"m sure he hadn"t! I disputed every item; but he said if I wasn"t satisfied I could refer the matter to the Head. The whole affair came to exactly a sovereign. I couldn"t possibly pay it--I hadn"t more than a few shillings left in the world. I tried to get him to give me tick for a little longer, but he was as surly as a bear, and threatened that if I didn"t turn up with the money by Wednesday, he"d send in the bill to the Head."
"I suppose that would mean a big row?"
"Simply terrific! You see, the kennels are out of bounds; besides which, we"ve all been warned we"re to have nothing to do with Blake.
The Head said he was a rascal, and any fellow who went to his place would do so at the risk of expulsion. I was an idiot to let myself get mixed up in such a business, but Roper, and Graveson, and several others had dogs, and I was so taken with that black spaniel! I thought and schemed how I could find a way out of it. I didn"t dare to write home to the Mater: if she"s well enough to read her own letters, she"d be in quite a nervous state of mind about it; and if she"s ill, then the governor will open them all for her, and you know what he"d say!"
"It would be as bad as when I bought Firefly," replied Honor. "He was most fearfully angry that time."
"And he"d be harder on me than on you, because you"re a girl. He couldn"t thrash you, however much he might scold you. I"ve had a little experience of his hunting-crop before, and it"s not exactly pleasant."
"Yes, I remember--when you took the cartridges out of his gun cupboard."
"Well, I say, Honor, I mustn"t stay here too long; I"ve got to be back before anyone"s about the place, you know."
"Did you get off all right?"
"Oh, yes! I dropped out of the dormitory window on to a piece of roof near, and let myself down by the spout. It was quite simple."
"How about climbing up again?"
"Easy as A B C."
"Well, here"s the pound, at any rate."
"Thanks immensely! How is it you"re so flush of cash?"
"I"m not. I"ve hardly any of my pocket-money left. This is my Jubilee sovereign."
"Not the one Uncle Murtagh gave you?"
"Yes."
"Oh, Honor, I am sorry! I scarcely like to take it."
"Don"t be absurd! You must!"
"But you had the thing as a locket, and vowed you"d never part with it."
"It can"t be helped. Vows are sometimes better broken. Uncle Murtagh told me to keep it until I happened to want it very badly, and I"m sure we need it to-day."
"Well, I do, at any rate, though it seems rather a swindle to commandeer your particular, pet treasure. I"ll have to borrow it now, I"m afraid; but I"ll get you another some time, I promise you faithfully."
"I don"t care in the least, so long as you get out of this sc.r.a.pe,"