Five on a Treasure Island (4 page)

George said nothing, but went on eating her plum-pie. She hadn't said a word all through the meal. Her father had not appeared at the table, much to the children's relief.

"Well, George, I must say I'm pleased that you want to try and do what your father said," began her mother again. But George shook her head.

"I'm not doing it because I've got to," she said. "I'm doing it because I want to. I wouldn't have taken anyone to see my wreck, not even the Queen of England, if I didn't like them."

Her mother laughed. "Well, it's good news that you like your cousins," she said. "I hope they like you!"

"Oh yes!" said Anne, eagerly, anxious to stick up for her strange cousin. "We do like George, and we like Ti ..."

She was just about to say that they liked Timothy too, when she got such a kick on her ankle that she cried out in pain and the tears came into her eyes. George glared at her.

"George? Why did you kick Anne like that when she was saying nice things about you?" cried her mother. "Leave the table at once. I won't have such behaviour."

George left the table without a word. She went out into the garden. She had just taken a piece of bread and cut herself some cheese. It was all left on her plate. The other three stared at it in distress. Anne was upset. How could she have been so silly as to forget she mustn't mention Tim?

"Oh, please call George back!" she said. "She didn't mean to kick me. It was an accident."

But her aunt was very angry with George. "Finish your meal," she said to the others.

"I expect George will go into the sulks now. Dear, dear, she is such a difficult child!"

The others didn't mind about George going into the sulks. What they did mind was that George might refuse to take them to see the wreck now!

They finished the meal in silence. Their aunt went to see if Uncle Quentin wanted any more pie. He was having his meal in the study by himself. As soon as she had gone out of the room, Anne picked up the bread and cheese from George's plate and went out into the garden.

The boys didn't scold her. They knew that Anne's tongue very often ran away with her— but she always tried to make up for it afterwards. They thought it was very brave of her to go and find George.

George was lying on her back under a big tree in the garden. Anne went up to her.

"I'm sorry I nearly made a mistake, George," she said. "Here's your bread and cheese. I've brought it for you. I promise I'll never forget not to mention Tim again."

George sat up. "I've a good mind not to take you to see the wreck," she said. "Stupid baby!"

Anne's heart sank. This was what she had feared. "Well," she said, "you needn't take me, of course. But you might take the boys, George. After all, they didn't do anything silly. And anyway, you gave me an awful kick. Look at the bruise."

George looked at it. Then she looked at Anne. "But wouldn't you be miserable if I took Julian and Dick without you?" she asked.

"Of course," said Anne. "But I don't want to make them miss a treat, even if
I
have to."

Then George did a surprising thing for her. She gave Anne a hug! Then she immediately looked most ashamed of herself, for she felt sure that no boy would have done that! And she always tried to act like a boy.

"It's all right," she said, gruffly, taking the bread and cheese. "You were nearly very silly— and I gave you a kick— so it's all square. Of course you can come this afternoon."

Anne sped back to tell the boys that everything was all right— and in fifteen minutes'

time four children ran down to the beach. By a boat was a brown-faced fisher-boy, about fourteen years old. He had Timothy with him.

"Boat's all ready, Master George," he said with a grin. "And Tim's ready, too."

"Thanks," said George, and told the others to get in. Timothy jumped in, too, his big tail wagging nineteen to the dozen. George pushed the boat off into the surf and then jumped in herself. She took the oars.

She rowed splendidly, and the boat shot along over the blue bay. It was a wonderful afternoon, and the children loved the movement of the boat over the water. Timothy stood at the prow and barked whenever a wave reared its head.

"He's funny on a wild day," said George, pulling hard. "He barks madly at the big waves, and gets so angry if they splash him. He's an awfully good swimmer."

"Isn't it nice to have a dog with us?" said Anne, anxious to make up for her mistake. "I do so like him."

"Woof," said Timothy, in his deep voice and turned round to lick Anne's ear.

"I'm sure he knew what I said," said Anne in delight.

"Of course he did," said George. "He understands every single word."

"I say— we're getting near to your island now," said Julian, in excitement. "It's bigger than I thought. And isn't the castle exciting?"

They drew near to the island, and the

children saw that there were sharp rocks all

round about it. Unless anyone knew exactly the

way to take, no boat or ship could possibly

land on the shore of the rocky little island. In

the very middle of it, on a low hill, rose the

ruined castle. It had been built of big white

stones. Broken archways, tumbledown towers,

ruined walls— that was all that was left of a

once beautiful castle, proud and strong. Now

the jackdaws nested in it and the gulls sat on

the topmost stones.

"It looks awfully mysterious," said Julian.

"How I'd love to land there and have a look at

the castle. Wouldn't it be fun to spend a night

or two here!"

George stopped rowing. Her face lighted

up. "I say!" she said, in delight. "Do you know, I never thought how lovely that would be! To spend a night on my island! To be there all alone, the four of us. To get our own meals, and pretend we really lived there. Wouldn't it be grand?"

"Yes, rather," said Dick, looking longingly at the island. "Do you think— do you suppose your mother would let us?"

"I don't know," said George. "She might. You could ask her."

"Can't we land there this afternoon?" asked Julian.

"No, not if you want to see the wreck," said George. "We've got to get back for tea today, and it will take all the time to row round to the other side of Kirrin Island and back."

"Well— I'd like to see the wreck," said Julian, torn between the island and the wreck.

"Here, let me take the oars for a bit, George. You can't do all the rowing."

"I can," said George. "But I'd quite enjoy lying back in the boat for a change! Look—

I'll just take you by this rocky bit— and then you can take the oars till we come to another awkward piece. Honestly, the rocks around this bay are simply dreadful!"

George and Julian changed places in the boat. Julian rowed well, but not so strongly as George. The boat sped along rocking smoothly. They went right round the island, and saw the castle from the other side. It looked more ruined on the side that faced the sea.

"The strong winds come from the open sea," explained George. "There's not really much left of it this side, except piles of stones. But there's a good little harbour in a little cove, for those who know how to find it."

George took the oars after a while, and rowed steadily out a little beyond the island.

Then she stopped and looked back towards the shore.

"How do you know when you are over the wreck?" asked Julian, puzzled. "I should never know!"

"Well, do you see that church tower on the mainland?" asked George. "And do you see the tip of that hill over there? Well, when you get them exactly in line with one another, between the two towers of the castle on the island, you are pretty well over the wreck! I found that out ages ago."

The children saw that the tip of the far-off hill and the church tower were practically in line, when they looked at them between the two old towers of the island castle. They looked eagerly down into the sea to see if they could spy the wreck.

The water was perfectly clear and smooth. There was hardly a wrinkle. Timothy looked down into it too, his head on one side, his ears cocked, just as if he knew what he was looking for! The children laughed at him.

"We're not exactly over it," said George, looking down too. "The water's so clear today that we should be able to see quite a long way down. Wait, I'll row a bit to the left."

"Woof!" said Timothy, suddenly, and wagged his tail— and at the same moment the three children saw something deep down in the water!

"It's the wreck!" said Julian, almost falling out of the boat in his excitement. "I can see a bit of broken mast. Look, Dick, look!"

All four children and the dog, too, gazed down earnestly into the clear water. After a little while they could make out the outlines of a dark hulk, out of which the broken mast stood.

"It's a bit on one side," said Julian. "Poor old ship. How it must hate lying there, gradually falling to pieces. George, I wish I could dive down and get a closer look at it."

"Well, why don't you?" said George. "You've got your swimming trunks on. I've often dived down. I'll come with you, if you like, if Dick can keep the boat round about here.

There's a current that is trying to take it out to sea. Dick, you'll have to keep working a bit with this oar to keep the boat in one spot."

The girl stripped off her jeans and jersey and Julian did the same. They both had on bathing costumes underneath. George took a beautiful header off the end of the boat, deep down into the water. The others watched her swimming strongly downwards, holding her breath.

After a bit she came up, almost bursting for breath. "Well, I went almost down to the wreck," she said. "It's just the same as it always is— seaweedy and covered with limpets and things. I wish I could get right into the ship itself. But I never have enough breath for that. You go down now, Julian."

So down Julian went— but he was not so good at swimming deep under water as George was, and he couldn't go down so far. He knew how to open his eyes under water, so he was able to take a good look at the deck of the wreck. It looked very forlorn and strange. Julian didn't really like it very much. It gave him rather a sad sort of feeling. He was glad to go to the top of the water again, and take deep breaths of air, and feel the warm sunshine on his shoulders.

He climbed into the boat, "Most exciting," he said. "Golly, wouldn't I just love to see that wreck properly— you know— go down under the deck into the cabins and look around. And oh, suppose we could really find the boxes of gold!"

"That's impossible," said George. "I told you proper divers have already gone down and found nothing. What's the time? I say, we'll be late if we don't hurry back now!"

They did hurry back, and managed to be only about five minutes late for tea.

Afterwards they went for a walk over the moors, with Timothy at their heels, and by the time that bedtime came they were all so sleepy that they could hardly keep their eyes open.

"Well, good-night, George," said Anne, snuggling down into her bed. "We've had a lovely day— thanks to you!"

"And
I've
had a lovely day, too," said George, rather gruffly. "Thanks to
you
. I'm glad you all came. We're going to have fun. And won't you love my castle and my little island!"

"Ooh, yes," said Anne, and fell asleep to dream of wrecks and castles and islands by the hundred. Oh, when would George take them to her little island?

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The children's aunt arranged a picnic for them the next day, and they all went off to a little cove not far off where they could bathe and paddle to their hearts' content. They had a wonderful day, but secretly Julian, Dick and Anne wished they could have visited George's island. They would rather have done that than anything!

George didn't want to go for the picnic, not because she disliked picnics, but because she couldn't take her dog. Her mother went with the children, and George had to pass a whole day without her beloved Timothy.

"Bad luck!" said Julian, who guessed what she was brooding about. "I can't think why you don't tell your mother about old Tim. I'm sure she wouldn't mind you letting someone else keep him for you. I know my mother wouldn't mind."

"I'm not going to tell anybody but you," said George. "I get into awful trouble at home always. I dare say it's my fault, but I get a bit tired of it. You see, Daddy doesn't make much money with the learned books he writes, and he's always wanting to give mother and me things he can't afford. So that makes him bad-tempered. He wants to send me away to a good school but he hasn't got the money. I'm glad. I don't want to go away to school. I like being here. I couldn't bear to part with Timothy."

"You'd like boarding school," said Anne. "We all go. It's fun."

"No, it isn't," said George obstinately. "It must be awful to be one of a crowd, and to have other girls all laughing and yelling round you. I should hate it."

"No, you wouldn't," said Anne. "All that is great fun. It would be good for you, George, I should think."