Almost bursting with mirth at first, they followed Robin's example by stuffing their handkerchiefs into their mouths to stifle3 their laughter.
The fact that the afternoon was cold for crouching4 about amongst bushes did not concern them—they had watched football on much colder days. What was an occasional shiver compared with such undiluted amusement as this? How glad they were then that they had taken Robin's advice to conceal5 themselves, instead of blundering into the empty cottage at Little John's fatheaded suggestion.
Later, agog6 with excitement, they had something to do to hold their tongues, as it became evident to most of them that the stranger was playing a dirty trick on the two disguised policemen. Robin got out of his pocket a scrap7 of paper and wrote on it the one word "drugged". This was passed from hand to hand, and all the Merry Men nodded in agreement.
There was need of his strong and quick leadership, too, when the stranger's flag-signalling began. Again using paper as an agent, Robin pencilled a few directions to Flenton, who handed the slip to the three other boys mentioned on it. He and this trio were the sturdiest runners in the Junior school, and their instructions were to steal quietly off by the Bramble Path, known to the Foxes as the easiest descent other than the roadway, and, while taking care not to be seen, reach the police-station as speedily as possible and inform the Chief Constable8 of the strange things that were happening. The Bramble Path was a narrow sunken track that wound steeply down the hillside through closely-growing brambles and bushes. It afforded a first-rate hidden escape from the neighbourhood of the cottage for the Foxes, who were not without practice in the art of moving silently and taking advantage of cover.
Meanwhile, Robin did some furious thinking. He calculated the chances of a successful attack upon the sham9 tourist, but abandoned that idea as melodramatic, not to say dangerous. Moreover, he had been near enough to overhear what the stranger said about the swift coming of a car, and where, he reflected, would be the sense of tackling one offender10, when there might be three or four others in league with him?
Robin had the gumption11 to see that a battle with grown men, most probably armed, on this lonely moorland, would be a very different thing indeed from a wild rough-and-tumble with the Squirms in Foxenby's Forest. This was no cinema rehearsal13, but a grimly realistic piece of business, with which no Fourth Form schoolboys had the strength to grapple. Whatever was done, therefore, must be accomplished14 by silent strategy.
Motioning the Merry Men to remain quietly in their somewhat cramped15 positions, he waited with fast-beating heart until the throbbing16 of a motor-engine indicated that the expected car was climbing the hill. Half-a-minute later the car drew up, and two small, thick-set men, each carrying what appeared to be ordinary travelling-bags, hurriedly joined the verse-reciting stranger.
"Why the deuce did you keep us waiting so long?" irritably17 inquired one of them. "Wasn't the coast clear?"
"I stumbled across this typical pair of British working-men sitting here as though they'd taken root—waiting for their boss to come, they said. Probably they were going to start pulling the cottage down. I had to win their confidence and dope them, as you see. Of course, it took time."
"Try them. See this."
The poet turned one of the policemen half over and let him roll back with a thud. The drugged man snored on.
"That's all right. Now let's hurry up with the job before their boss does come, what?"
They all three disappeared into the cottage.
Robin wasted not a moment. Already, by means of another slip of paper, he had arranged with Dave what to do. As swiftly as they dared the pair ran to the waiting and unattended motor-car. Each had his penknife ready. Robin selected a front wheel and Dave a back one. Rapidly they plunged20 their knives up to the hilt a few times into the tyres.
"That'll settle 'em," whispered Robin, triumphantly21. "Now, let's have all the Merry Men creep farther back from the danger-zone. We've got to see this thing through."
A few of the less-adventurous spirits "got the wind up" and made off down the Bramble Path, but Robin was not sorry to see them go, particularly as they were careful to make no noise. In the last resource, if the security of the remainder were threatened, they, too, could make themselves scarce by the same convenient route.
Barely another minute had elapsed before a medley22 of very hard swearing proceeded from the interior of the cottage. It had not taken long to wrench23 up the boards, which the police had nailed down again after forge's discovery, and the thieves were doubtless feeling as Mother Hubbard did when she opened the bare cupboard door. These particularly dirty dogs had not even a bone to console themselves with, either!
For reasons dictated24 by prudence25, however, the thieves quickly stopped their angry noise, and came darting26 out of the cottage in a violent hurry. Into the motor-car they leapt, the bearded reciter proving the sprightliest27 of the three. It was a self-starting car of a first-class make, and ought to have bounded forward at a touch of the driver's hand. Instead, it tottered28 jerkily for a few yards, causing the driver to draw up with a frightened oath.
"Punctured30, by jingo!" he cried. "One of those confounded gorse-thorns must have jabbed itself into us as we rushed up the incline. Outside, chaps! Quick! Lift off the spare wheel and let's have it fixed31. Those fellows behind there may be waking presently."
"Here it is, on this side—the front wheel!" cried the reciter. "All together, boys, and we'll have her on in a jiffy!"
The urgency of the occasion speeded their efforts, and soon they were ready for re-starting. But yet another bitter disappointment awaited them.
"Confound it, the old bus won't get a move on even now!" snarled32 the driver. "What in thunder's amiss with her?"
They stared at each other in blank dismay for a moment. Then out jumped the driver again, and his voice had a note of dread33 in it as he called out that the rear wheel was punctured too.
"Impossible!" said the reciter, "an unheard-of thing!"
"See for yourself, idiot!" snapped the driver. "It's no thorn puncture29, either. Somebody's shoved a knife into the tyre. Here's a hole—clean cut."
The other two made a rapid examination of the tyre and came to the same conclusion.
"But who the blazes could have done it?" queried34 the reciter. "Not those two sots behind us. I doped them too well; they're snoring still."
"The repair outfit35, quick," the driver commanded. "Willy nilly, we've got to mend this tyre or foot it, and on Shanks' pony36 we may not be so lucky this time. Somebody—goodness knows who—is aware we are here, and has slashed37 us up. It's the car or nothing for us, now."
With feverish38 haste they applied39 every art of which they were capable to the repair of the tyre. But not all the mechanical skill in the world can perform miracles, and there is no royal road to tyre-mending. Minutes that were precious to the trio slipped by, and, though they encountered no set-back in their task, it nevertheless seemed an endless one. Therefore, their nerves had reached a pitch of high tension when the unmistakable sound of a swiftly-moving car caught their startled ears.
"What's this?" said the driver anxiously. "Who could need to be driving up here, and at dusk, too?"
"You're easily rattled40, Dodger," sneered41 Cyrus the Poet. "Most probably it's the car of a local doctor, called out to some yokel42 with a stomach-ache."
"I'm not so sure," the driver said. "Things don't look healthy. I vote we hop43 it. The swag's gone—the car's crocked—it's bad luck to hang around here."
He proved a true prophet. Just as he finished speaking the other car glided44 swiftly into view, and was upon them before they could stir. Half a dozen men seemed literally45 to jump out of it upon the shoulders of the trio. They were men, too, of powerful north-country build, almost ox-like in their strength, and the three thieves had about as much chance amongst them as rats in the mouths of trained dogs. They had time to make only the faintest show of fight before they were lifted bodily into the capacious police-car, with hefty constables46 practically sitting on them to keep them quiet.
The game was up, and they resigned themselves to the inevitable47. An inkling of the way in which they had been trapped dawned on them as the car started downhill, for from behind them there came the sound of a boyish cheer, which raised mocking echoes among the hills. And at least one of them—Cyrus the Poet, to wit, whose head was jammed uncomfortably against the door—caught a sight of a posse of schoolboys jumping joyfully48 down the hill, so that the secret of the slashed tyres, and the sudden police raid, was laid bare to him in the depths of his humiliation49.
To the succour of the two drugged men the police-doctor came in his own car, wherein were also Flenton and the three swift-footed heroes who had raced into town at Robin's bidding. All the Merry Men went willingly back to assist in lifting the still-stupefied policemen, and, then, forming fours, they marched down the hill in a singing procession, and entered the school-yard with hoarse50 but happy shouts of triumph.
Thus, by a chain of fortunate circumstances, it had fallen to the lot of Foxenby's boys themselves to avenge51 the burglary at the school, and Old Man Wykeham's delight almost choked his utterance52 as he proudly announced to the assembled Foxes what Robin Arkness and his Merry Men had done. He promised them another special holiday at a reasonable interval53 after Shrove Tuesday, and made no protest against a particularly boisterous54 dormitory supper which the Juniors of both Houses arranged in honour of Robin Hood and his Merry Men.
"There'll be a trial now," said Roger to Dick, "and you, Robin Hood, and Fluffy55 Jim will be the star turns in the witness-box."
"By the ears of the school donkey, I'll be nothing of the kind!" exclaimed Dick. "You're deliberately56 trying to put the wind up me, Roger, you old fraud!"
"'Pon honour, Dick, I'm as serious as the Judge will be on that solemn occasion. They're bound to subpoena57 you as a witness. Probably I, too, will have to go."
"You can jolly well be my deputy," said Dick, with emphasis. "I should blush and fidget like a first-form kid reciting 'Casabianca' if they started quizzing me in a public court."
Roger was right, nevertheless. All three had to give evidence at the trial, and Robin Arkness, for one, showed a self-assurance which amused everybody but the prisoners. Nor could Dick have acquitted58 himself so badly as he feared, for the cracksmen, all of whom had given Scotland Yard trouble before, were sent to ponder over their errors in the cold seclusion59 of a convict prison, and it was quite possible that the picture of the lonely cottage on the moor12 would haunt their plank-bed dreams on many a fretful night to come.
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