'Where shall we go for our walk?' said George, as they wandered through the village. 'Oh look -there's a tiny little shop with Tom the Tobacconist written over the door. Let's get the tobacco whilewe remember.'
So in went Julian, and rapped on the counter. A very small man appeared like a hob-goblin out of adark corner.
'I want some tobacco for Jeremiah Boogle, please,' said Julian. 'I think you know the kind he wants.'
'I do that!' said Tom, scrabbling about on a shelf. 'The amount that old Jeremiah has smoked sinceI've been here would keep a bonfire going for years. There you are, young sir!'
'He tells a fine story,' said Julian, putting down the money for the tobacco.
Tom laughed. 'He's been going on about Bart and Nosey and all them old folk, I suppose,' he 49said. 'He's a queer one, is old Jeremiah. Never forgets a thing, even if it happened eighty or moreyears ago! Never forgives, neither. There's two folk in this village that he spits at when he passes bythem. Naughty old man, he is.'
'What have they done to earn his spite?' asked Dick, in surprise.
'Well, they be some kin1 of his old enemy, One-Ear Bill,' said Tom. 'I reckon he told you about him allright, didn't he?'
'Yes, he did,' said Julian. 'But all that business about the wrecking3 happened years and years ago!
Surely Jeremiah doesn't visit his anger on any descendants of the wicked One-Ear Bill!'
'Oh, but he do!' said Tom. 'You see, these two fellows he spits at have the job of showing peopleround the caves here - especially the Wreckers' Cave - and I reckon old Jeremiah still broods aboutOne-Ear's hidden treasure, and is scared in case these two chaps ever find it. Find it! It's nigh onseventy years since all that happened. Why, that light-house yonder was built over sixty years ago -after that wrecking business went on. No one will come across any treasure now!'
'But surely they might,' said George. 'It depends where it was hidden. If it was in some dry, watertightplace, it should still be all right. After all, gold and silver don't decay, do they?
Wherever it was hidden, it must still be there!'
'That's what all you visitors say!' said Tom. 'And that's what Ebenezer and Jacob say - they're the twochaps who show people round the caves. But they only say that to make a bit of a thrill for thevisitors, you know. Same as old Jeremiah does. Takes them in properly! Well - you believe what youlike, youngsters - but you won't find any treasure! I reckon the sea took that years ago! Good-day toyou! I'll give Jeremiah the baccy when he calls in.'
'Well,' said Dick, as soon as they were outside the shop, 'this is all very interesting! I think probablyold Tom's right. The reason why the treasure was never found is because it was probably hiddenwhere the sea managed to get at it - in some water-hole, or somewhere like that.'
'I still believe it's somewhere safe,' said George. 'So does Tinker.'
'Oh well... I should think probably Timmy believes it as well,' said Dick. 'He has a child-like mindtoo!'
Dick at once received a hard punch on the back from George. He laughed. 'All right! We'll give you achance to hunt for the treasure, won't we, Ju? We'll visit the Wreckers' Cave as soon as we can. Let'sgo up on the cliffs for our walk, and see if we can spot where the first old lamp used 50to be, that warned ships to swing out to sea, and avoid Demon's Rocks.'
It was a lovely walk along the cliffs. The celandines and tiny dog violets were out, and clumps4 of paleyellow primroses5 were everywhere. The breeze blew strongly, and Mischief6 held tightly to Tinker'sright ear, afraid of' being blown off his shoulder. Timmy enjoyed himself thoroughly7, boundingalong, tail flourishing happily, sniffing8 at everything.
They came to the flag-post set high on the cliff, its great red flag waving vigorously in the breeze. Anotice-board was beside it. George read it.
'This flag warns ships off Demon's Rocks by day. By night the great light-house at High Cliffs, fartheralong the coast, gives warning. In the old days a lamp shone from this spot to give the ships warning,and later a small light-house was built out on Demon's Rocks. It is still in existence, but is no longerin use.'
'Ha - they're wrong there!' said Tinker, pointing to the last sentence. 'We're using it! I'll alter thenotice!' and Tinker actually took a pencil to scratch out the last six words!
Julian took it from him. 'Don't be an ass2. You can't mess about with public notices. Don't say you'reone of the fatheads who like to scribble9 all over the place!'
Tinker held out his hand for the pencil. 'All right. It was just that I thought it wanted correcting.
I'm not the kind of idiot who scribbles10 on walls or public notices.'
'Right,' said Julian. 'Tinker, can we see Demon's Rocks - the rocks themselves, I mean, with our light-house - from these cliffs.'
'No,' said Tinker. 'The cliff swings away to the left, look, and the Demon's Rocks are away rightround the corner, if you see what I mean - so no ship should follow the coastline here, but shouldkeep well out at sea, or it'd be on the rocks. You can quite well see that if the wreckers took the lampfrom its warning-place here, and put it much farther back, along the way we've come, the ships wouldswing too far inland, and find themselves wrecked11.'
'I think I should have hated old One-Ear Bill as much as old Jeremiah does,' said George, imaginingthe beautiful ships being ground to pieces all those years ago - just because of a greedy man wholiked the pickings from wrecks12!
'Well, we'd better go back,' said Julian, looking at his watch. 'We've some shopping to do, remember!
Better buck13 up too - it looks like rain all of a sudden!'
He was right. It was pouring by the time they reached the village! They crowded into a little shop thatsaid 'Morning Coffee' and ordered a cup each, and buns. The buns were so nice that 51they bought some to take back to the light-house with them. Then Anne remembered post-cards.
'We must buy some,' she said, 'and send one off today. Better get some now, and write one and post itwhile we're here.'
Dick slipped out of the coffee-shop and returned with a packet of very gaudily14 coloured cards.
'Some of them show the light-house,' he said. 'We'll send one of those - and you choose a card to sendto your father too, Tinker.'
'It would be a waste,' said Tinker. 'He wouldn't even bother to read it.'
'Well, send one to your mother,' said Anne.
'I haven't one,' said Tinker. 'She's dead. She died when I was born. That's why my father and I alwaysgo about together.'
'I'm very, very sorry, Tinker,' said Anne, shocked. The others were sorry too. No wonder Tinkerhadn't very good manners, and was all on his own. No mother to teach him anything! Poor Tinker!
Anne felt as if she wanted to buy him every bun in the shop!
'Have another bun, Tinker,' she said. 'Or an ice-cream. I'll pay. Mischief can have one too.'
'We're all going to have another bun each, and an ice-cream,' said Julian. 'Timmy and Mischief too.
Then we'll do our shopping and go home - home to the light-house. That sounds grand, doesn't it!'
They wrote three cards - one to Mr. and Mrs. Kirrin - one to Joanna - and one to the Professor.
'Now they'll know we are safe and happy!' said Anne, sticking on the stamps.
The rain had stopped, so they went to do their shopping - fresh bread, more butter and eggs, twobottles of milk, some fruit and a few other things. Then off they went down to the little jetty.
'Tide will soon turn,' said Julian, as they jumped down from the jetty to the rocky little beach.
'Come on - we'll just have time to walk over the rocks to the light-house. PLEASE don't drop theeggs, Tinker!'
They made their way over the rocks, jumping over little pools here and there and avoiding the slimystrands of seaweed that in places covered the rocks. The light-house seemed very tall as they came upto it.
'It's tiny compared to the great new one away at High Cliff,' said Tinker. 'You ought to go over that!
The revolving15 lamp at the top is magnificent! Its light is so powerful that ships can see it for miles!'
'Well, this little light-house looks nice enough to me at the moment,' said Dick, climbing up the 52stone steps to the strong wooden door. 'Hallo! Look - two bottles of milk at the top step! Don't tell methe milkman's been!'
'He used to call when my father and I were here,' said Tinker. 'Only when the tide was out in themorning though, because he hasn't a boat. I suppose he heard we were all staying here, and came tosee if we wanted milk - and left two bottles when he found we were out. He probably yelled throughthe letter-box and when we didn't answer he just left the milk, on chance.'
'Sensible fellow!' said Dick. 'Get out your key, Tinker, and unlock the door.'
'I don't remember locking it behind us when we went out this morning,' said Tinker, feelingfrantically in all his pockets. 'I must have left it in the lock on the inside of the door. Let's see now -we locked the door last night, and left the key in the lock. So I must have unlocked it this morning forus all to go out.'
'That's right - but after you unlocked it you ran straight down the steps with George, and the rest of usfollowed,' said Julian. 'Anne was last. Did you lock the door after you, Anne?'
'No. I never thought of it!' said Anne. 'I just shut the door with a bang and raced after you all! So thekey must still be on the other side of the door!'
'Well, if we push the door, it should open!' said Julian, with a grin. 'And the key will be on the inside,waiting for us! Let's go in!'
He pushed hard, for the door shut very tightly - and sure enough, it swung open. Julian put his handround to the inside lock to feel for the key.
It wasn't there! Julian looked at the others, frowning.
'Someone's been here - and found the door unlocked - taken the key - and probably plenty of otherthings as well!' he said. 'We'd better go and look. Come on!'
'Wait - there's something on the door-mat,' said Dick, picking up a letter. 'The postman has visited thelight-house too - here's a letter forwarded from Kirrin - so at least two people came while we wereout! But surely neither of them would take the key - or anything else either!'
'Well - we'll soon see!' said Julian, grimly, and up the first bend of the spiral stairway he went, at topspeed!
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n.家族,亲属,血缘关系;adj.亲属关系的,同类的 | |
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n.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的名词复数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声v.(树、灌木、植物等的)丛、簇( clump的第三人称单数 );(土、泥等)团;块;笨重的脚步声 | |
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