Five Run Away Together (17 page)

"Well, you can go, Jenny, on one condition," said the little girl's father at last, "and that is that I and your mother, come over tomorrow and spend the day on the island, to see that everything is all right for you."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Daddy!" cried Jenny, and danced round the room in delight.

A whole week on the island with these new friends of .hers, and Timmy the dog! What could be lovelier?

"Jenny can stay here the night, can't she?'. said George. "You'll be staying at the hotel, I suppose?"

Soon Jenny's parents left and went to the police station to get all the details of the kidnapping. The children went to see if Joanna was going to make cakes for tea.

Just about tea-time there came a knocking at the-door. A large policeman stood outside.

"Is Master Julian here?" he said. "Oh, you're the boy we want, sir. The Sticks have just left for the island in their boat, and we've got ours on the beach to follow. But we don't think we know the way in and out of those hidden rocks that lie all round Kirrin Island. Could you or Miss Georgina guide us, do you think?"

"I'm Master George, not Miss Georgina," said George, in a cold voice.

"Sorry, sir," said the policeman, with a grin. "Well, could you come too?"

"We'll all come!" said Dick, jumping up. "I want to go back to the dear old island and sleep in our cave again tonight. Why should we miss a single night? We can fetch Jenny's people tomorrow in our own boat. We'll all come."

The policeman was a little doubtful about the arrangement, but the children insisted, and as there was no time to waste, they all ended in crowding into the two boats, with three big policemen, George and Julian leading the way in their own boat. Timmy lay down at George's feet as usual.

George guided the boat as cleverly as ever, and soon they landed in the usual little sandy cove. The Sticks had evidently gone round by the wreck as usual, and landed on the rockier part.

"Now, no noise," said Julian, warningly. They all went quietly towards the ruin, and came into the courtyard. There was no sign of the Sticks.

"We'll go down underground," said Julian. "I've got my torch. I expect the Sticks are down there already, letting out dear Edgar."

They went down the steps into the dark dungeons. Anne went too, this time, holding on to the hand of one of the big policemen. They moved quietly through the long, dark, winding passages.

They came at last to the door of the cave in which they had imprisoned Edgar. It was still bolted at the top and bottom!

"Look!" said Julian, in a whisper, shining his torch on to the door. "The Sticks haven't been down here yet."

"Sh!" said George, as Timmy growled softly. "There's someone coming. Hide! It's the Sticks, I expect."

They all hid behind the wall that ran near by. They could hear footsteps coming nearer, and then the voice of Mrs. Stick raised in anger.

"If my Edgar's locked in there, I'll have something to say about it! Locking up a poor innocent boy like that. I don't understand it. If he's there, where's the girl? You answer me that. Where's the girl? It's my belief that the boss has done some double-crossing to do us out of our share of the money. Didn't he say that he'd give us a thousand pounds if we kept Jenny Armstrong for a week? Now I think he must have sent someone to this island, played tricks on us, taken the girl himself and locked up our Edgar."

"You may be right, Clara," said Mr. Stick, his voice coming nearer and nearer. "But how did this boy Julian

know where Edgar was? There's a lot I don't understand about all this."

Now the Sticks were right at the door of the cave, with Stinker at their heels.

Stinker smelt the others in hiding and whined in fear. Mr. Stick kicked him.

!Stop it! It's enough to hear our own voices echoing away all round without your whines too!"

Mrs. Stick was calling out loudly: "Edgar! Are you there? Edgar!"

"Ma! Yes, I'm here!" yelled Edgar. "Let me out, quick! I'm proper scared. Let me out!"

Mrs. Stick undid the bolts at once and flung open the door. By the light of the lantern in the cave she saw Edgar. He ran to her, half-crying.

"Who put you here?" demanded Mrs. Stick. "You tell your Pa and he'll knock their heads off, won't you, Pa? Putting a poor frightened child into a dark cave like this.

It's a wicked thing to do!"

Suddenly the Stick family had the fright of their lives — for a large policeman stepped out of the shadows, torch in one hand and notebook in the other!

"Ah!" said the policeman, in a deep voice. "You're right, Clara Stick. To shut up a poor frightened child in that cave is a wicked thing to do — and that's what you did, isn't it? You put Jenny Armstrong there! She's only a little girl. This boy of yours knew he wasn't coming to any harm — but that little girl was scared to death!"

Mrs. Stick stood there, opening and shutting her mouth like a goldfish, not finding a word to say. Mr. Stick squealed like a rat caught in a corner.

"We're copped! It's a trap, that's it We're copped!"

Edgar began to cry, sobbing like a four-year-old. The other children felt disgusted with him. The Sticks suddenly caught sight of all the children when Julian switched on his torch;

"Snakes alive, there's all the children—and there's Jenny Armstrong too!" said Mr.

Stick, in a tone of the greatest amazement. "What's all this? What's happening? Who shut up Edgar?"

"We'll tell you the answers when we get to the police-station," said the big policeman.

"Now, are you coming quietly?"

The Sticks went quietly, Edgar sobbing away to himself. He imagined his mother and father in prison, and he himself sent to a hard and difficult school, not allowed to see his mother for years. Not that that would matter, for the. Sticks, both mother and father, were no good to Edgar, and had taught him nothing but bad things. There might be a chance for the wretched boy if he were kept away from them, and set a good example instead of a bad one.

"We shan't be coming back with you," said Julian, politely, to the policeman. "We're staying here the night. You could go back in the Sticks" boat. They know the way all right. Take their dog with you. There he is—Stinker, we call him." Then he added, I guess your colleagues could follow in the police boat!"

The Sticks' boat was found and the policeman, the two grown-up Sticks and Edgar got in. Stinker jumped in too, glad to get away from the glare of Timothy's green eyes.

Julian pushed the boat out. "Good-bye!" he called, and the other children waved good-bye, too.

"Good-bye; Mr. Stick, don't go kidnapping any more children. Good-bye, Mrs. Stick, look after Edgar better, in case he gets kidnapped again! Good-bye, Spotty-Face, try and be a better boy! Good-bye, Stinker, do get a bath as soon as possible. Good-bye!"

The policemen grinned and waved. The Sticks said not a word, nor did they wave. They sat sullen and angry, trying to work out in their minds what had happened to make things end up like this.

The boats rounded a high rock and were soon out of sight. "Hurrah!" said Dick.

"They've gone—gone for ever! We've got our island to ourselves at last. Come on, Jenny, we'll show you all over it! What a lovely time we're going to have."

They raced away, happy and carefree, five children and a dog, alone on an island they loved. And we will leave them there to enjoy their week's happiness. They really do deserve it!