No Man's Island Part 4
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"That's forbidden ground, Mr. Pratt."
"Well, is there any ground that isn't forbidden?" Pratt rejoined. "For our camp, I mean?"
"Why not try No Man's Island?"
"Siren Rush told us it's a mere wilderness, 'long heath, brown furze,'
and so on."
"Oh! That's quite wrong; he must know better than that. There's an excellent camping place on the narrower channel. We often picnicked there before my father quarrelled with Mr. P----"
Smiling, she caught herself up.
"Call 'em X and Y," suggested Pratt. "It is a sort of simultaneous equation, isn't it? But the island can't belong to Y unless Y is generally recognised in the neighbourhood as no man at all."
"n.o.body knows whose it is. The owner died years ago; his cottage there is falling to ruin; they say it belongs now to a distant relative in the colonies."
"Then there's no one to chevy us away, as soon as we've got things s.h.i.+pshape?"
"Unless you're afraid of ghosts. There are all sorts of queer tales; the country folk shake their heads when the island is mentioned; not one of them will have the courage to set foot on it."
"A haunted island! How jolly! I've always wanted to meet a spook.
That's an additional attraction, I a.s.sure you. Perhaps I can soothe the perturbed spirits with my banjo. I admit it has the opposite effect on Armstrong, but----"
The girl turned suddenly away towards Warrender, who had finished his job and was pumping up the tyre.
"You frightful a.s.s!" muttered Armstrong in a savage undertone, heard by Pratt alone. "You've done nothing but drivel for the last half-hour."
"All right, old mule," retorted Pratt, grinning.
"Yes, it will carry you home," Warrender was saying, "but I'm afraid you'll have to get a new tyre."
"Thanks so much. It is really awfully good of you," replied the girl.
"I'm sorry I've been such a time."
"I've been very well entertained. It hasn't seemed long at all. Thank you again. Good-bye."
She mounted the bicycle, beamed an impartial smile upon the three, and sped away down the road.
CHAPTER IV
THE FACE IN THE THICKET
When the three friends arrived at the inn it was full to the door.
Rogers, wigless again, caught sight of Warrender over the heads of the crowd, and came from behind the counter, edging his way outwards through the press of villagers.
"Missus have got the rooms s.h.i.+pshape, sir," he said. "She's a rare woman for making a man comfortable."
"I'm sure she is," returned Warrender, "and I'm only sorry we shan't know it by personal experience. The fact is, we're going to camp on No Man's Island; there's plenty of time before sunset to fix ourselves up."
"She'll be main sorry, that she will," said the innkeeper, pocketing the two half-crowns Warrender handed him. "No Man's Island, did 'ee say?
Maybe you haven't heard what folk do tell?"
"We have heard something, but I dare say it's just talk, you know.
Anyhow, we're going to try it, and we'll let you know in the morning how we get on."
"Now, Rogers--drat the man!" cried his wife's voice from behind. She came out into the porch, flouris.h.i.+ng his wig. "How many times have I told 'ee I won't have 'ee showing yourself without your hair? If you do be a great baby, there's no need for 'ee to look like one."
Rogers meekly allowed her to adjust the wig, explaining meanwhile the intention of the expected guests. She received the news with disappointment and concern.
"I hope nothing ill will come o't," she said. "Fists bain't no mortal use against spirits; 'twould be like hitting the wind. Howsomever, the young will always go their own gait. 'Tis the way o' the world." She went back into the inn.
"That furriner chap was hurt more in his temper than his framework,"
said Rogers. "And knowing what furriners be, I'd keep my weather eye open. There's too many of 'em in these parts."
"I understand they're servants of Mr. Pratt; they should be fairly respectable."
"Ay, that's where 'tis. A gentleman must do as he likes, and we haven't got nothing to say to't. But we think the more. And I own I was fair cut up when my sister Molly married the cook; a little Swiss feller he is."
"We saw him up at the post office a while ago; the shopwoman inquired after your sister, I remember."
"And well she might. I never see the girl nowadays; girl, I say, but she's gone thirty, old enough to know better. By all accounts Rod's uncommon clever at the vittles, and the crew down yonder be living on the fat of the land, while the skipper's a-dandering round in furren parts."
"Mr. Pratt's away from home, then?"
"Ay sure. He haven't been seen a good while, and 'tis just like him to go off sudden-like. You'd expect he'd be tired of it at his time o'
life, but 'tis once a wanderer, always a wanderer. Well, the evening's getting on, so I won't keep 'ee. Good luck, sir."
Warrender rejoined his companions, who had taken over the boat from the ferryman, and they were soon floating down on the current. They took the narrow channel on the left of the island which they had avoided on the way up, and found it less difficult to navigate than it had appeared at the other end. The dusk was deepening beneath the trees, but in a few minutes they discovered a wide open s.p.a.ce that offered more accommodation than they needed. Running the boat close to the sh.o.r.e, they sprang to land, moored to a tree overhanging the stream, and set to work with a will to make their preparations for the night.
The clearing was carpeted with long gra.s.s, damp from yesterday's rain, and encircled by dense undergrowth, thicket, and bramble. They pitched the tent in the centre, beat down a stretch of gra.s.s in front of it on which to place the stove and the bulk of their impedimenta, and by the time that darkness enwrapped them had everything in order. The moon, almost at full circle, had risen early, and soon, peering over the tree-tops on the mainland, flung her silver sheen into the enclosure, whitening the tent to a snowy brilliance and throwing into strong relief the ma.s.sed foliage beyond. A light breeze set the leaves quivering with a murmurous rustle. The hour and the scene made an appeal to Pratt's sentimental soul too strong to be resisted. Opening one of the folding chairs, he lay back in it with crossed legs, gazed up into the serene, star-flecked heavens, and began with gentle touches of his strings to serenade the moon.
Warrender, having slipped on his overalls, kindled a lamp and went down to tinker with his engine. Unmusical Armstrong, always accused by Pratt of being "fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils," sauntered, hands in pockets, across the clearing. Elbowing his way through the undergrowth he found, after some fifty or sixty yards, that the vegetation thinned.
The lesser shrubs gave way to trees, which grew close together, but with a regularity that suggested planting on a definite plan. Pursuing his way, he came by and by to a more s.p.a.cious clearing than the one he had quitted; and on the left, in the midst of what had evidently been at one time a small garden, he saw the sh.e.l.l of a two-storeyed cottage. The walls were covered with creepers growing in rank disorder; the windows gaped, empty of gla.s.s; the doorless entrance shaped a rectangle of blackness; and bare rafters, s.h.a.ggy with unpruned ivy, drew parallel lines upon the inky gloom of half the upper storey. Ruins, in daylight merely picturesque, take a new beauty in the cold radiance of the moon, but present at the same time an image of all that is desolate and forlorn. Practical, unemotional as Armstrong was, he thrilled to the impression of vacuity and abandonment, and stood for a while at gaze, as though unwilling to disturb the loneliness.
Presently, however, he stepped lightly across the unmown lawn, and the moss-grown path beyond, and, entering the doorway, struck a match and looked around. From the narrow hall--strewn with fragments of brick and mortar, broken tiles, heaps of plaster, and here and there spotted with fungi--sprang the staircase, whole as to the stairs, but showing gaps in the banisters. Curling strips of torn discoloured paper hung from the walls. The match went out; through the open roof the stars glimmered.
Deciding to defer exploration till daylight, lest a tile or brick should fall on his head, or the staircase give way under him, Armstrong turned to go out. As he did so he was aware of a low moaning sound, such as a person inside a house may hear when a high wind soughs under the eaves.
It rose and fell in cadences eerily mournful, as though the spirit of solitude itself were lonely and in pain. Armstrong s.h.i.+vered and sought the doorway, and as he felt how gentle was the breeze he met, he wondered at its having power enough to produce such sounds. The moaning ceased; he listened for a moment or two; it did not recur, though the zephyr had not sensibly dropped. Puzzled, he started to retrace his way to the camp. At the farther side of the clearing the melancholy sound once more broke upon his car. Almost involuntarily he wheeled round to look back at the cottage; then, impatient with himself, turned again to quit the scene.
His feeling, which was neither awe nor timorousness, but rather a vague discomfort, left him as soon as his active faculties were again in play.
Pus.h.i.+ng his way through the undergrowth, he was inclined to deride his unwonted susceptibility. All at once, however, without sound or any other physical fact to account for it, he was seized with the fancy that some one was behind him. Does every human being move in the midst of an invisible, intangible aura, that acts as a sixth sense? Whatever the truth may be, certain it is that we have all, at one time or another, been conscious of the proximity of some bodily presence, which neither sight nor sound nor touch has revealed.
Armstrong swung quickly round, and started, for there in the thicket, within a dozen yards of him, a shaft of moonlight struck upon a face, pallid amidst the green. It disappeared in a flash.
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