The Sea of Adventure Page 7

  ‘We’ll wait here a bit,’ said Jack, coming up with Kiki. ‘I expect Bill and Philip will be bringing the boat round to the cove over there – then we’ll go and tell them we’ve found a good place, and help to bring the things here.’

  It was not long before Bill and Philip ran into the cove with the boat. Bill leapt out, took the anchor well up the beach and dug it in. He saw Jack and the girls and waved to them.

  ‘Just coming!’ he cried. ‘Have you found a good place for the tents?’

  He and Philip soon joined the others, and were pleased with the little dell. ‘Just right!’ said Bill. ‘Well, we’ll bring all the things we want from the boat straight away now.’

  So they spent quite a time going to and from the cove, laden with goods. It did not take quite as long as they feared because there were five of them to do it, and even Kiki gave a hand – or rather a beak – and carried a tent-peg. She did it really to impress the watching puffins, who stared at her seriously as she flew by, the peg in her big curved beak.

  ‘Arrrrrr!’ she called, in a puffin voice.

  ‘You’re showing off, Kiki,’ said Jack severely. ‘You’re a conceited bird.’

  ‘Arrrrr!’ said Kiki, and dropped the tent-peg on Jack’s head.

  It was fun arranging their new home. The boys and Bill were to have one tent. The girls were to have the other. Behind the tents Lucy-Ann found a ledge of rock and below it was a very large dry space.

  ‘Just the spot for storing everything in,’ said Lucy-Ann proudly. ‘Jack, bring the tins here – and the extra clothes – there’s room for heaps of things. Oh, we are going to have a lovely time here!’

  11

  Huffîn and Puffin

  ‘Isn’t it time we had a meal?’ complained Jack, staggering over with a great pile of things in his arms. ‘It makes my mouth water to read “Spam” and “Best Tinned Peaches” and see that milk chocolate.’

  Bill looked at his watch and then at the sun. ‘My word – it certainly is time! The sun is setting already! How the time has flown!’

  It wasn’t long before they were all sitting peacefully on tufts of sea-pink and heather, munching biscuits and potted meat, and looking forward to a plate of tinned peaches each. Bill had brought bottles of ginger-beer from the boat, and these were voted better than boiling a kettle to make tea or cocoa. It was very warm indeed.

  ‘I feel so happy,’ said Lucy-Ann, looking over the island to the deep-blue sea beyond. ‘I feel so very very far away from everywhere – honestly I hardly believe there is such a thing as school, just at this very minute. And this potted meat tastes heavenly.’

  Philip’s white rats also thought it did. They came out from his clothes at once when they smelt the food. One sat daintily upright on his knee, nibbling. Another took his tit-bit into a dark pocket. The third perched on Philip’s shoulder.

  ‘You tickle the lobe of my ear,’ said Philip. Dinah moved as far from him as she could, but, like Lucy-Ann, she was too happy to find fault with anything just then.

  They all ate hungrily, Bill too, their eyes fixed on the setting sun and the gold-splashed sea, which was now losing its blue, and taking on sunset colours. Lucy-Ann glanced at Bill.

  ‘Do you like disappearing, Bill?’ she asked. ‘Don’t you think it’s fun?’

  ‘Well – for a fortnight, yes,’ said Bill, ‘but I’m not looking forward to living in these wild islands all alone, once you’ve gone. It’s not my idea of fun. I’d rather live dangerously than like one of these puffins here.’

  ‘Poor Bill,’ said Dinah, thinking of him left by himself, with only books to read, and the radio, and nobody to talk to.

  ‘I’ll leave you my rats, if you like,’ offered Philip generously.

  ‘No, thanks,’ said Bill promptly. ‘I know your rats! They’d have umpteen babies, and by the time I left this would be Rat Island, not Puffin Island. Besides, I’m not so much in love with the rat-and-mouse tribe as you are.’

  ‘Oh, look, do look!’ suddenly said Dinah. Everyone looked. A puffin had left its nearby burrow and was walking solemnly towards them, rolling a little from side to side, as all the puffins did when they walked. ‘It’s come for its supper!’

  ‘Then sing, puffin, sing!’ commanded Jack. ‘Sing for your supper!’

  ‘Arrrrrrrr!’ said the puffin deeply. Everyone laughed. The puffin advanced right up to Philip. It stood close against the boy’s knee and looked at him fixedly.

  ‘Philip’s spell is working again,’ said Lucy-Ann enviously. ‘Philip, what makes all animals and birds want you to be friends with them? Just look at that puffin – it’s going all goofy over you.’

  ‘Don’t know,’ said Philip, pleased with his odd new friend. He stroked the bird’s head softly, and the puffin gave a little arrrrr of pleasure. Then Philip gave it a bit of potted-meat sandwich and the bird tossed it off at once and turned for more.

  ‘Now I suppose you’ll be followed round by a devoted puffin,’ said Dinah. ‘Well, a puffin is better than three rats, any day – or mice – or that awful hedgehog with fleas that you had – or that pair of stag-beetles – or . . .’

  ‘Spare us, Dinah, spare us,’ begged Bill. ‘We all know that Philip is a walking zoo. Personally, if he likes a goofy puffin, he can have it. I don’t mind a bit. It’s a pity we haven’t brought a collar and lead.’

  The puffin said ‘Arrrr’ again, a little more loudly, and then walked off, perfectly upright, its brilliant beak gleaming in the setting sun.

  ‘Well, you didn’t pay us a very long visit, old thing,’ said Philip, quite disappointed. The puffin disappeared into its burrow – but reappeared again almost immediately with another puffin, a little smaller, but with an even more brilliant beak.

  ‘Darby and Joan!’ said Jack. The two birds waddled side by side to Philip. The children looked at them in delighted amusement.

  ‘What shall we call them?’ said Dinah. ‘If they are going to join our little company, they’ll have to have names. Funny little puffins!’

  ‘Huffin and puffin, huffin and puffin,’ remarked Kiki, remembering the words suddenly. ‘Huffin and . . .’

  ‘Yes, of course – Huffin and Puffin!’ cried Lucy-Ann in delight. ‘Clever old bird, Kiki! You’ve been talking about Huffin and Puffin ever since we started out on our holiday – and here they are, Huffin and Puffin, as large as life!’

  Everyone laughed. Huffin and Puffin did seem to be perfectly lovely names for the two birds. They came close to Philip, and, to the boy’s amusement, squatted down by him contentedly.

  Kiki was not too pleased. She eyed them with her head on one side. They stared back at her with their crimson-ringed eyes. Kiki looked away and yawned.

  ‘They’ve out-stared Kiki!’ said Jack. ‘It takes a lot to do that!’

  The three rats had prudently decided that it was best to keep as far away from Huffin and Puffin as possible. They sat round Philip’s neck, gazing down at the two birds. Then, at a movement from Huffin, they shot down the boy’s shirt.

  Bill stretched himself. ‘Well, I don’t know about you kids – but I’m tired,’ he said. ‘The sun is already dipping itself into the west. Let’s clear up, and turn in. We’ll have a lovely day tomorrow, bathing and sunning ourselves, and watching the birds. I’m getting used to their eternal chorus of cries now. At first I was almost deafened.’

  The girls cleared up. Lucy-Ann dipped a bowl into the clear pool of water and handed it round for washing in. ‘We oughtn’t to wash in that pool, ought we, Bill?’ she said seriously.

  ‘Good gracious, no!’ said Bill. ‘It would be absolutely black after the boys had gone in! We’ll keep it for drinking-water only, or just take our water from it when we want it for boiling or washing.’

  ‘I think I’ll go and have a dip now,’ said Jack, getting up. ‘No, not in the rock-pool, Lucy-Ann, so don’t look so upset – I’ll go down to the little cove where the boat is. Coming, Philip?’

  ‘Right,’ said Philip, and p
ushed Huffin and Puffin away from his knees. ‘Move up, you! I’m not growing here!’

  ‘I’ll come too,’ said Bill, and knocked out the pipe he had been smoking. ‘I feel dirty. You girls want to come?’

  ‘No,’ said Lucy-Ann. ‘I’ll get the rugs and things ready for you in the tents.’

  Dinah didn’t want to go either, for she felt very tired. Measles had certainly taken some of the energy out of the two girls. They stayed behind whilst the others set off to the cove to bathe. The valley sloped right down to the sea just there, and the small sandy cove was just right for bathing. The boys and Bill threw off their things and plunged into the sea. It felt lovely and warm, and rippled over their limbs like silk.

  ‘Lovely!’ said Bill, and began to chase the boys. With howls and yells and splashings they eluded him, making such a terrific noise that Huffin and Puffin, who had solemnly accompanied Philip all the way, half walking and half flying, retreated a little way up the beach. They stared at the boys fixedly and thoughtfully. Philip saw them and was pleased. Surely nobody had ever had two puffins for pets before!

  The girls were setting out ground-sheets and rugs neatly in the two tents when Dinah suddenly stopped and listened. Lucy-Ann listened too.

  ‘What is it?’ she whispered – and then she heard the noise herself. An aeroplane again, surely!

  The girls went out of the tent and looked all over the sky, trying to locate the sound. ‘There! – there, look!’ cried Lucy-Ann excitedly, and she pointed westwards. ‘Can’t you see it? Oh, Dinah – what’s it doing?’

  Dinah couldn’t spot the plane. She tried and tried but she could not see the point in the sky where the aeroplane flew.

  ‘Something’s falling out of it,’ said Lucy-Ann, straining her eyes. ‘Oh, where are the boys’ field-glasses? Quick, get them, Dinah!’

  Dinah couldn’t find them. Lucy-Ann stood watching the sky, her eyes screwed up.

  ‘Something dropped slowly from it,’ she said. ‘Something white. I saw it. Whatever could it have been? I hope the aeroplane wasn’t in any trouble.’

  ‘Bill will know,’ said Dinah. ‘I expect he and the boys saw it all right. Maybe they took the glasses with them. I couldn’t find them anywhere.’

  Soon there was no more to be seen or heard of the plane, and the girls went on with their work. The tents looked very comfortable with the piles of rugs. It was such a hot night that Dinah fastened the tent-flaps right back, in order to get some air.

  ‘That storm doesn’t seem to have come,’ she said, looking at the western sky to see if any big clouds were sweeping up. ‘But it feels very thundery.’

  ‘Here are the others,’ said Lucy-Ann, as she saw Jack, Philip and Bill coming up from the shore. ‘And Huffin and Puffin are still with them! Oh, Di – won’t it be fun if we have two pet puffins!’

  ‘I wouldn’t mind puffins,’ said Dinah. ‘But I can’t bear those rats. Hallo, Bill! Did you hear the aeroplane?’

  ‘Good gracious, no! Was there one?’ demanded Bill, with great interest. ‘Where? How was it we didn’t hear it?’

  ‘We were making such a row,’ said Jack, grinning. ‘We shouldn’t have heard a hundred aeroplanes.’

  ‘It was funny,’ said Lucy-Ann to Bill. ‘I was watching the aeroplane when I saw something falling out of it. Something white.’

  Bill stared, frowning intently. ‘A parachute?’ he said. ‘Could you see?’

  ‘No. It was too far away,’ said Lucy-Ann. ‘It might have been a parachute – or a puff of smoke – I don’t know. But it did look as if something was falling slowly from the plane. Why do you look so serious, Bill?’

  ‘Because – I’ve a feeling there’s something – well, just a bit strange about these planes,’ said Bill. ‘I think I’ll pop down to the motor-boat and send a message through on the radio. Maybe it’s nothing at all – but it just might be important!’

  12

  Bill goes off on his own

  Bill went off down the valley to the cove where the motor-boat was moored. His feet sank deeply into the soft earth. The children stared after him.

  Lucy looked solemn – as solemn as Huffin and Puffin, who were leaning against Philip, standing upright, their big beaks looking heavy and clumsy.

  ‘Oh dear – what does Bill mean? Surely we’re not going to tumble into an adventure again! Up here, where there’s nothing but the sea, the wind and the birds! What could happen, I wonder?’

  ‘Well, Bill isn’t likely to tell us much,’ said Philip. ‘So don’t bother him with questions. I’m going to turn in. Brrrrr! It’s getting a bit cold now. Me for that big pile of rugs! Huffin and Puffin, you’d better keep outside for the night. There’ll be little enough room in this tent for you, as well as us three, Kiki and the rats.’

  Huffin and Puffin looked at one another. Then, with one accord, they began to scrape the earth just outside the tent, sending the soil up behind them. Lucy-Ann giggled.

  ‘They’re going to make a burrow as near you as possible, Philip. Oh, aren’t they funny?’

  Kiki walked round to examine what the two puffins were doing. She got a shower of earth all over her and was very indignant.

  ‘Arrrrrrr!’ she growled, and the two puffins agreed politely. ‘Arrrrrrrr!’

  Bill came back in about half an hour. All the children were cuddled up in their rugs, and Lucy-Ann was asleep. Dinah called out to him.

  ‘Everything all right, Bill?’

  ‘Yes. I got a message from London, to tell me that your mother is getting on as well as can be expected,’ said Bill. ‘But she’s got measles pretty badly, apparently. Good thing you’re all off her hands!’

  ‘What about your own message, Bill – about the aeroplane?’ said Dinah, who was very curious over Bill’s great interest in it. ‘Did that get through?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Bill shortly. ‘It did. It’s nothing to worry your head about. Good night, Dinah.’

  In two minutes’ time everyone was asleep. Squeaker and his relations were only to be seen as bumps about Philip’s person. Kiki was sitting on Jack’s tummy, though he had already pushed her off several times. Huffin and Puffin were squatting in their new-made tunnel, their big coloured beaks touching. Everything was very peaceful as the moon slid across the sky, making a silvery path on the restless waters.

  The morning dawned bright and beautiful, and it seemed as if the storm was not coming, for there was no longer any closeness in the air. Instead it was fresh and invigorating. The children ran down to the shore to bathe as soon as they got up. They ran so fast that Huffin and Puffin could not keep up, but had to fly. They went into the water with the children, and bobbed up and down, looking quite ridiculous.

  Then they dived for fish, swimming with their wings under the water. They were very quick indeed, and soon came up with fish in their enormous beaks.

  ‘What about giving us one for breakfast, Huffin?’ called Philip, and tried to take a fish from the nearest puffin’s beak. But it held on to it – and then swallowed it whole.

  ‘You ought to teach them to catch fish for us,’ said Jack, giggling. ‘We could have grilled fish for breakfast then! Hey, get away, Puffin – that’s my foot, not a fish!’

  At breakfast they discussed their plans for the day. ‘What shall we do? Let’s explore the whole island, and give bits of it proper names. This glen, where we are now, is Sleepy Hollow, because it’s where we sleep,’ said Lucy-Ann.

  ‘And the shore where we bathe is Splash Cove,’ said Dinah. And where we first moored our motor-boat is Hidden Harbour.’

  Bill had been rather silent at breakfast. Jack turned to him. ‘Bill! What do you want to do? Will you come and explore the island with us?’

  ‘Well,’ said Bill, very surprisingly, ‘if you don’t mind, as you’ll be very busy and happy on your own, I’ll take the motor-boat and go cruising about a bit – round all these islands, you know.’

  ‘What! Without us?’ said Dinah in astonishment. ‘We’ll come with you,
then, if you want to do that.’

  ‘I’m going alone, this first time,’ said Bill. ‘Take you another time, old thing. But today I’ll go alone.’

  ‘Is there – is there anything up?’ asked Jack, feeling that something wasn’t quite right. ‘Has something happened, Bill?’

  ‘Not that I know of,’ said Bill cheerfully. ‘I just want to go off on my own a bit, that’s all. And if I do a bit of exploring round on my own account, I shall know the best places to take you to, shan’t I?’

  ‘All right, Bill,’ said Jack, still puzzled. ‘You do what you want. It’s your holiday too, even if it is a disappearing one!’

  So Bill went off on his own that day, and the children heard the purr of the motor-boat as it went out to sea, and then set off apparently to explore all the islands round about.

  ‘Bill’s up to something,’ said Philip. ‘And I bet it’s to do with those aeroplanes. I wish he’d tell us. But he never will talk.’

  ‘I hope he comes back safely,’ said Lucy-Ann anxiously. ‘It would be awful to be stranded here on a bird-island, and nobody knowing where we were.’

  ‘Gosh, so it would,’ said Jack. ‘I never thought of that. Cheer up, Lucy-Ann – Bill isn’t likely to run into danger. He’s got his head screwed on all right.’

  The day passed happily. The children went to the cliffs and watched the great companies of sea-birds there. They sat down in the midst of the puffin colony and watched the colourful, big-beaked birds going about their daily business. Lucy-Ann wore a hanky tied round her nose. She couldn’t bear the smell of the colony, but the others soon got used to the heavy sourness of the air, and anyway, the wind blew strongly.

  Huffin and Puffin did not leave them. They walked or ran with the children. They flew round them, and they went to bathe with them. Kiki was half jealous, but having had one hard jab from Huffin’s multi-coloured beak, she kept at a safe distance, and contented herself with making rude remarks.

  ‘Blow your nose! How many times have I told you to wipe your feet? You bad boy! Huffin and puffin all the time. Pop goes huffin!’