Five Run Away Together - Part 5
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"Don't be so mysterious, George!" said Julian, impatiently. "What is this strange plan? You'd better tell us, even if we're not in it. Can't you trust us?"

"Yes, of course. But you might try to stop me," said George, looking sulky.

"Then you'd certainly better tell us," said Julian feeling uneasy. George was such a madcap once she got ideas into her head. Goodness knows what she might do!

But George wouldn't say another word. Julian gave it up at last, but secretly made up his mind not to let George out of his sight that day. If she was going to carry out some wild plan, then she would have to do it under his, Julian's, eye!

But George didn't seem to be carrying out any wild plan. She bathed again with the others, went for a walk with them, and went for a row on the sea. She didn't want to go to Kirrin Island, so the others didn't press her, thinking that she didn't want to be out of sight of the beach in case Edgar came with a message from her father.

It was quite a pleasant day. The children bought sausage rolls again, and fruit, and picnicked on the beach. Timmy had a large and juicy bone from the butcher's.

"I've got a bit of shopping to do," said George, about tea-time. "You others go and see if Mrs. Stick is getting some tea for us, and I'll fly down to the shops and get what I want."

Julian p.r.i.c.ked up his ears at once. Was George sending them off so that she could be alone to carry out this mysterious plan of hers?

"I'll come with you," said Julian, getting up. "d.i.c.k can tackle Mrs. Stick for once, and take Timmy with him."

"No, you go," said George. "I won't be long."

But Julian was determined not to go. In the end they all went with George, for d.i.c.k did not want to face Mrs. Stick without Julian or George.

George went into the little general shop and got a new battery for her torch. She bought two boxes of matches, and a bottle of methylated spirit.

"Whatever do you want that for?" said Anne in surprise.

"Oh, it might come in useful," said George, and said no more.

They all went back to Kirrin Cottage. Tea was actually on the table! True, it was not a thrilling tea, being merely bread and jam and a pot of hot tea-still it was there, and was eatable.

It rained that evening. The children sat round the table and played cards. Their hearts were lighter now that they had had good news of George's mother. In the middle of the game Julian got up and rang the bell. The others stared at him in the greatest surprise.

"What are you ringing the bell for?" asked George, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"To tell Mrs. Stick to bring some supper," said Julian, with a grin. But no one answered the bell. So Julian rang again and then again.

The kitchen door opened at last and Mrs. Stick came up the pa.s.sage, evidently in a bad temper. She came into the sitting-room.

. "You stop ringing that bell!" she said, angrily. "I'm not answering any bells rung by you."

"I rang it to tell you that we wanted some supper," said Julian, "And to say that if you would rather I came and got it myself from the larder-with Timmy-as I did last night, I'll come with pleasure. But if not, you can bring a decent supper to us yourself."

"If you come stealing things out of my larder again, I'll-I'll ..." began Mrs. Stick.

"You'll call in the police!" Julian finished for her. "Do. That would please us very much. I can see our local policeman taking down all the details in his notebook. I could give him quite a few."

Mrs. Stick muttered something rude under her breath, glared at Julian as if she could kill him, and went off down the pa.s.sage again. By the sound of the clattering . and crashing of crockery in the kitchen it was plain that Mrs. Stick was getting some sort of supper for them, and Julian grinned to himself as he dealt out the cards.

Supper was not as good as the night before, but it was not bad. It was a little cold ham, cheese and the remains of a milk pudding. There was also a plate of cooked meat for Timmy.

George looked at it sharply. "Take that away," she said. "I bet you've poisoned it again. Take it away!"

"No. On the contrary, leave it here," said Julian. "I'll take it down to the local chemist tomorrow and get him. to test it. If, as George thinks, it's poisoned, the chemist might have a lot of interesting things to tell us."

Mrs. Stick took the meat away without a word. "Horrible woman!" said George, pulling Timothy close to her. "How I hate her! I feel so afraid for Timmy."

Somehow that spoilt the evening. As it grew dark the children became sleepy. "It's ten o'clock," said Julian. "Bed, I think, everyone! Anne ought to have gone long ago. She isn't nearly old enough to stay up as late as this."

"Well!" began Anne, indignantly. "I'm nearly as old as George, aren't I? I can't help being younger, can I?"

"All right, all right!" said Julian laughing. "I shan't make you go off to bed by yourself, don't worry. We all keep together in this house while the Sticks are about. Come on! We'll go now, shall we?"

The children were tired. They had swum, walked and rowed that day. Julian tried to keep awake a little while, but he too fell asleep very quickly.

He awoke with a jump, thinking that he had heard a. noise. But everything was quiet. What could the noise have been? Was it one of the Sticks creeping about? No-it couldn't be that, or Tim would have barked the house down. Then what was it? Something must have waked him.

"I suppose it's not old George doing anything about that plan of hers!" thought Julian, suddenly. He sat up, He felt about for his dressing-gown and put it on. Without waking d.i.c.k he crept to the girls" room, and switched on his torch to see that they were all right.

Anne was in her bed, sleeping peacefully. But George's bed was empty. George's clothes were gone!

"Blow!" said Julian, under his breath. "Where has she gone? I bet she's run away to find where her mother is!"

His torch picked out a white "envelope pinned to George's pillow. He stepped softly over to it.

It had his name printed on it in bold letters. "JULIAN." . Julian ripped it open and read it.

"Dear JULIAN," said the note, "Don't be angry with me, please. I daren't stay in Kirrin Cottage any longer in case the Sticks somehow poison Timmy. You know that would break my heart. So I've gone to live by myself on our island till Mother and Father come back. Please leave a note for Father and tell him to ask Jim to sail near Kirrin Island with his little red flag flying from the mast as soon as they are back. Then I'll come home. You and d.i.c.k and Anne must go back to your own parents now I've gone. It would be silly to stay at Kirrin Cottage with the Sticks now I'm not there.

Love from GEORGE."

Julian read the note through. "Well, why didn't I guess that was her plan!" he said to himself. "That's why we didn't come into it! She meant to go off by herself with Timmy. I can't let her do that. She can't live all by herself on Kirrin Island for so long. She might fall ill. She might slip on a rock and hurt herself, and no one would ever know!"

. The boy was really worried about the determined little girl. He wondered what to do. That noise he heard must have been made by George. So she couldn't have got a very long start really. If he tore down to the beach, George might still be there, and he could stop her.

So, in his dressing gown, he ran down the front path, out of the gate, and took the road to the beach. The rain had stopped, and the stars were out. But it was not at all a light night.

"How can George expect to get through those rocks in the dark," he thought. "She's mad! She'll strike her boat on a rock, and sink."

He tore on in the darkness, talking aloud to himself. "No wonder she wanted a new battery for her torch, and matches-and I suppose the methylated spirit was for her little cooking stove! Why ever couldn't she tell us? It would have been fun to go with her."

He came to the beach. He saw the light of a torch where George kept her boat. He ran to it, his feet sinking in the soft wet sand.

"George! Idiot! You're not to go off like this all alone, in the dead of night!" called Julian.

George was pushing her boat out into the water. She jumped when she heard Julian's voice. "You can't stop me!" she said. "I'm just off!"

But Julian caught hold of the boat, as he waded up to his waist in the water. "George, listen to mej You can't go like this. You'll strike a rock. Come back!"

"No," said George, getting cross. "You can go back to your own home, Julian. I shall be all right. Let go my boat!"

"George, why didn't you tell me your plan?" said Julian, almost swept off his feet by a wave. "Dash these waves! I shall have to get into the boat."

He climbed in. He could not see George, but he felt quite certain she was glaring at him. Timmy licked his wet legs.

"You're spoiling everything," said George, with a break in her voice that meant she was upset.

"I'm not, silly!" said Julian, in a gentle voice. "Listen!-you come back to Kirrin Cottage with me now, George. And I'll faithfully promise you something. Tomorrow we'll all go to the island with you. See? The whole lot of us. Why shouldn't we? Your mother said we could spend a week there, anyway, didn't she? We shall be out of the reach of those horrible Sticks. We shall enjoy ourselves, and have a marvellous time. So will you come back now, George, and let us go together tomorrow?"

Chapter Nine.

AN EXCITING NIGHT.

THERE was a silence, except for the waves splashing round the boat. Then George's voice came out of the darkness, lifted joyfully.

"Oh Julian-do you really mean it? Will you really come with me? I was afraid I'd get into trouble for doing this, because Father said I must stay at Kirrin Cottage till he came back-and you know how he hates disobedience. But I knew if I stayed there, you would too-and I didn't want you to be miserable with those horrid Sticks-so I thought I'd come away. I didn't think you'd come too, because of getting into trouble! I never even thought of asking you."

"You're a very stupid person sometimes, aren't you, George?" said Julian. "As if we'd care about getting into trouble, so long as we were all together, sticking by one another! Of course we'll come with you-and I'll take all the responsibility for this escape, and tell your father it's my fault."

"Oh no you won't," said George, quickly. "I shall say it was my idea. If I do wrong, I'm not afraid to own up to it. You know that."

"Well, we won't argue that now," said Julian. "We shall have at least a week or ten days on Kirrin Island to do all the arguing we want to. The thing is-let's get back now, wake up the others for a bit, and have a nice quiet talk in the dead of night about this plan of yours. I must say it's a very, very good idea!"

George was overjoyed. "I feel as if I could hug you, Julian," she said. "Where are the oars? Oh, here they are! The boat's floated quite a long way out."

She rowed strongly back to the sh.o.r.e. Julian jumped out and pulled the boat up the beach, with George's help. He shone his torch into the boat and gave an exclamation.

"You've quite a nice little store of things here," he said. "Bread and ham and b.u.t.ter and stuff. How did you manage to get them without old Mr. Stick seeing you tonight? I suppose you slipped down and got them out of the larder?" "

"Yes, I did," said George. "But there was no one in the kitchen tonight. Perhaps Mr. Stick has gone to sleep upstairs. Or maybe he has gone back to his ship. Anyway, there was no one there when I crept down, not even Stinker."

"We'd better leave them here," said Julian. "Stuff them into that locker and shut down the lid. No one will guess there's anything there. We'll have to bring down a lot more stuff if we're all going to live on the island. Golly, this is going to be fun!"

The children made their way back to the house, feeling thrilled and excited. Julian's wet dressing-gown flapped round his legs, and he pulled it up high to be out of the way. Timothy gambolled round, not seeming at all surprised at the night's doings.

When they got back to the house they woke the other two, who listened in astonishment to what had happened that night. Anne was so excited to think that they were all going to live on the island that she raised her voice in joy.

"Oh! That's the loveliest thing that could happen! Oh, I do think ..."

"Shut up!" said three furious voices in loud whispers. "You'll wake the Sticks!"

"Sorry!" whispered Anne. "But oh-it's so terribly, awfully exciting."

They began to discuss their plans. "If we go for a week or ten days, we must take plenty of stores," said Julian.

"The thing is-can we possibly find food enough for so long? Even if we entirely empty the larder I doubt if that would be enough for a week or so. We all seem such hungry people, somehow."

"Julian," said George, suddenly remembering something, "I know what we'll do! Mother has a store-cupboard in her room. She keeps dozens and dozens of tins of food there, in case we ever get snowed up in the winter, and can't go to the village. That has happened once or twice you know. And I know where Mother keeps the key! Can't we open the cupboard and get out some tins?"

"Of course!" said Julian, delighted. "I know Aunt f.a.n.n.y wouldn't mind. And anyway, we can make a list of what we take and replace them for her, if she does mind. It will be my birthday soon, and I am sure to get money then."

"Where's the key?" whispered d.i.c.k.

"Let's-go into Mother's room, and I'll show you where she keeps it," said George. "I only hope she hasn't" taken it with her."

But George's mother had felt far too ill when she left home to think of cupboard keys. George fumbled at the back of a drawer in the dressing-table and brought out two or three keys tied together with thin string. She fitted first one and then another into a cupboard set in the wall. The second one opened the door.

Julian shone his torch into the cupboard. It was filled with tins of food of all kinds, neatly arranged on the shelves.

"Golly!" said d.i.c.k, his eyes gleaming. "Soup-tins of meat-tins of fruit-tinned milk-sardines-tinned b.u.t.ter-biscuits-tinned vegetables! There's everything we want here!"

"Yes," said Julian, pleased. "It's fine. We'll take all we can carry. Is there a sack or two anywhere about, George, do you know?"

Soon the tins were quietly packed into two sacks. The cupboard door was shut and locked again. The children stole to their own rooms once more.

"Well, that's the biggest problem solved-food," said Julian. "We'll raid the larder too, and take what bread there is-and cake. What about water, George? Is there any on the island?"

"Well, I suppose there is some in that old well," said George, thinking, "but as there's no bucket or anything, we can't get any. I was taking a big container of fresh water with me-but we'd better fill two or three more now you are all coming! I know where there are some, quite clean and new."

So they filled some containers with fresh water, and put them with the sacks, ready to take to the boat. It was so exciting doing all these things in the middle of the night! Anne could hardly keep her voice down to a whisper, and it was a wonder that Timothy didn't bark, for he sensed the excitement of the others.

There was a tin of cakes in the larder, freshly made, so those were added to the heap that was forming in the front garden. There was a large joint of meat too, and George wrapped it in a cloth and put that with the heap, telling Timmy in a fierce voice that if he so much as sniffed at it she would leave him behind!

"I've got my little stove for boiling water on, or heating up anything," whispered George. "It's in the boat. That's what I bought the methylated spirit for, of course. You didn't guess, did you? And the matches for lighting it. I say-what about candles? We can't use our torches all the time, the batteries would soon run out."

They found a pound of candles in the kitchen cupboard, a kettle, a saucepan, some old knives and forks and spoons, and a good many other things they thought they might possibly want. They also came across some small bottles of ginger-beer, evidently stored for their own use by the Sticks.

"All bought out of my mother's money!" said George. "Well, we'll take the ginger-beer too. It will be nice to drink it on a hot day."

"Where are we going to sleep at night?" said Julian. "In that ruined part of the old castle, where there is just one room with a roof left, and walls?"

"That's where I planned to sleep," said George. "I was going to make my bed of some of the heather that grows on the island, covered by a rug or two, which I've got down in the boat."

"We'll take all the rugs we can find," said Julian. "And some cushions for pillows. I say, isn't this simply thrilling? I don't know when I've felt so excited. I feel like a prisoner .escaping to freedom! Won't the Sticks be amazed when they find us gone!"

"Yes - we'll have to decide what to say to them," said George, rather soberly. "We don't .want them sending people after us to the island, making us come back. I don't think they should know we've gone there."

"We'll discuss that later," said d.i.c.k. "The thing is to get everything to the boat while it's dark. It will soon be dawn."