Cliffhanger (7 page)

We all started running. Guess what. Giles got to the pool first.

‘Come
on
, you Tigers!' he bawled as he filled his bucket.

Biscuits and I were nearly last at the pool. We filled our buckets right to the brim. We certainly weren't going to fill our baby big cat bin first, so we knew we had to bring our entire bucketful.

It was hard going, running with a full bucket. We had to be ever so careful not to spill any. Some of the faster kids swung their buckets and sprinkled water all down their socks. Biscuits didn't spill any, but he was slower than ever. I jogged along beside him, proud that I hadn't spilled a single drop.

And then one of the Cheetahs pushed past me, his bucket banging hard into my back. I staggered and fell headlong, spilling all the water in my bucket.

‘Ooooh!' All the breath was knocked out of me.

‘Oh Tim!' said Biscuits, ever so upset. ‘That Cheetah pushed into you on purpose. He really
did
cheat!'

Giles was yelling at me from a long way off.

‘Tim! You're so
useless
!'

I lay there, still juddering. I had my eyes shut because I was trying very hard not to cry.

‘You cheaty old Cheetah!' I heard Kelly bellow.

There was a yell and a thump and a splash. When I opened my eyes I saw the Cheetah sprawling on the ground, soaking wet, Kelly standing over him triumphantly.

‘Hey! Hey! You'll all end up disqualified if you're not careful!' Jake called. ‘Is Tim OK?'

I wasn't sure. There was wet on my knees. It wasn't just the water from my bucket. I was
bleeding
.

‘Maybe you'd better go and get them bandaged?' said Biscuits.

I stood up very slowly. The blood spurted a bit more. I had a truly great excuse to get out of finishing the race.

I looked at Biscuits. I looked at Kelly. I looked at Laura and Lesley, who were running back to see if I was
all
right. I looked at Giles. He was yelling again.

‘Come
on
! We've all got to finish. You can't let us down, Tim!'

I didn't mind letting Giles down
at all
. But I didn't want to spoil it for the others.

‘I'm OK,' I said. ‘I'll run back to fill my bucket again.'

‘We'll wait for you,' said Biscuits.

‘No, I'll catch you up.'

So I ran all the way back to the pool, even though my knees were hurting quite badly. Then I filled my bucket and started the long run again, way way way behind all the others, though two Lions then bumped into each other and had to go back to the pool as well. And more came a cropper on the slide. There was a whole bunch who fought to go first and spilled all their water. By the time
I
got to the slide it was clear and I could take it slowly. I didn't spill a drop.

I caught Biscuits up at the sandpit. We staggered through the sand, balancing our buckets.

‘It's like being at the seaside,' I said.

‘I couldn't half do with an ice-cream,' said Biscuits longingly. ‘Or an ice-lolly. Or a can of cola. No, a bottle of Tizer. Or an ice-cream soda. No, better, a Knickerbocker Glory . . .'

He was off in a wistful food fantasy right up until we got to the stream. Jake was swinging the bin mouths again.

‘They're so
thirsty
,' Jake called. ‘They're desperate. Water, water!'

But we were all the other side of the stream with our buckets. None of the others had made it across. Some of the children were very wet, after several attempts.

‘Let me have a go,' said Kelly, elbowing Giles and Laura and Lesley out of the way.

She started edging along the wobbly drainpipe, holding her bucket out. The drainpipe was only lightly wedged into the ground at either side of the stream. It jiggled at each step. Kelly wobbled, but got halfway across. She turned round to make sure we were all watching her. She wobbled again, lost her balance, slipped off the drainpipe and fell into the stream. She had the presence of mind to clutch her bucket to her chest so that it didn't
all
spill. She added a bit of stream water for luck when she thought Jake wasn't watching.

‘Hey, Kelly, no sly refilling that bucket!' he shouted. ‘Empty half of that out.'

Kelly sighed and muttered but did as she was told.

‘I'll
have a go,' said Giles. ‘I'll have a little practice without my bucket.'

He made it halfway across too.
Then
the drainpipe jiggled and Giles wobbled and he went flying too. He made a leap for it so that he didn't get totally soaked like Kelly. He just got water all down his trouser legs.

‘You look like you've wet yourself, Giles,' said Laura, and she and Lesley fell about laughing.

‘Come on!' Jake urged from the other side of the bank. Think of a way to give these babies a proper drink.'

Kelly was peeling her sodden shoes and socks off.

‘Hey, why don't we just paddle across?' she said. ‘I'm sure it's shallow enough.'

‘Not allowed,' said Jake, and he picked up a log and threw it in the stream. ‘See that log? It's
really
a crocodile. You paddle, he'll come along and enjoy a leg sandwich.'

‘Well, it's easier without shoes and socks on anyway,' said Kelly, having another go across the drainpipe.

She ran to show how easy it was.

She slipped and fell in again.

‘Whoops,' said Kelly, clambering up the bank. ‘
Slightly
easier.' She shook herself like a wet dog and then dug Theresa out of her pocket and gave her a squeeze too. ‘We're not too keen on this swimming lark, are we, Theresa?'

‘This is stupid,' said Laura. ‘It's too difficult, Jake. It's all right for you. You can jump across.'

‘I bet
I
could jump across,' said Giles. ‘Look. Watch me.'

He took several giant steps backwards, revved up, hurtled forward, leapt into space and soared over the stream. He staggered a bit when he landed in the mud at the other side, but he'd made it. He punched the air triumphantly, thrilled with himself.

‘But you haven't got your bucket,' said Kelly.

The Cheetahs were watching. Their tallest boy tried leaping the stream with his bucket. He made it to the other side. But most of the water
sprayed
out of his bucket as he leapt. Lots of the others had a go. Without success.

‘They're s-o-o-o-o-o thirsty these baby big cats,' said Jake. ‘Try harder!'

‘We are jolly well trying,' said Kelly.

‘Think of a way of giving them their drink,' said Jake.

‘Well, we've all tried to get across,' said Kelly. ‘Apart from Biscuits and Tim.' She looked at us hopefully.

‘You've got to be joking!' Giles called from the other side of the stream. ‘If Fatso stands on the drainpipe, he'll bust it in two.'

‘I'll bust you in two in a minute, Piles,' said Biscuits.

‘Tim?' said Kelly.

‘There's even less point asking him,' said Giles.

I was thinking. It was like a puzzle game. We were all trying to do it the hard way. There had to be an
easy
way . . .

I suddenly had an idea. Though I wasn't sure if it would be allowed.

‘Well,' I started.

But they were all watching one of the Lion girls who had balanced her way right along the drainpipe. She was almost at the end. But then she suddenly wobbled – and went.

‘Oooh!' said everyone.

‘See.
No-one
can do it, Jake,' said Laura, getting cross.

Jake just laughed at her.

‘Did you have an idea, Tim?' he called.

‘
He
won't be able to do it,' said Laura. ‘He fell over just on the field.'

‘You try walking the drainpipe, Laura, I'm sure you could do it,' said Lesley.

‘If you can get the bucket three quarters of the way over then I can reach across and get it,' said Giles.

‘But you don't have to do it that way,' I said.

‘You shut up, Tim,' Giles shouted.

I'd suddenly had enough of being shouted at. And I really did have a good idea.