THE DISAPPOINTED KNIGHTS
Not long after daylight the two girls were out of their hammock bed.
But they waited until a reasonable hour before they approached the
house in the woods to ask for assistance. Then they walked back to the
place cautiously and quietly. To their relief they saw an old gypsy
woman stirring something in a pot by an open fire. A young boy was
busily cleaning some fish.
The explorers walked directly up to the boy, who did not turn or take
the slightest interest in their approach. But when Phyllis touched him
on the arm he whirled about, dropped his fishing knife, and gave a
queer, guttural call.
The old gypsy woman came toward Madge and Phil, looking alarmed, but
brandishing a long stick.
"I don't wonder you are surprised," apologized Phil. "But, really, we
are not ghosts; we are human beings. We have been shipwrecked on this
island for two weeks and you are the first human beings we have seen.
Can you tell us how we can get away?"
Still the boy stared and the gypsy woman made menacing gestures. The
boy was about sixteen. He had handsome features and wavy black hair,
but a strange, half-stupid expression.
"Why don't one of you speak?" demanded Madge in her impatient fashion.
"We wish to know who lives in that house over there? Go and tell them
we wish to speak to them."
The boy put his fingers on his lips, moving his hand curiously in the
air. Then the girls understood. The gypsy boy was deaf and dumb.
It was vexatious to have struggled across the whole island, to have
been nearly trampled to death by a drove of wild horses, only to
discover a crazy person shut up in an old house, a deaf and dumb boy
and a stupid old woman keeping guard.
Madge's sense of humor came to their rescue. She threw back her head
and laughed. As her merry laugh rang out the back door of the house was
burst suddenly open. A savage-looking man dashed out. "Who's there?" he
demanded angrily. "I thought I heard strange voices."
The man ran down the few steps that led to the yard, staring at the
newcomers as though he had seen an apparition.
Phyllis bowed to the man politely. Madge smiled at him with engaging
frankness. But he paid no attention to their friendly overtures. He
raged, stormed and talked to himself. Neither would he listen to
Madge's explanation of their appearance.
"Won't you please be good enough to tell us how we can get away from
this island?" Madge finally demanded in desperation. "We are very
anxious to get back to the mainland, so that we can let our friends
know where we are."
"I'll tell you how you can get away from this house in double-quick
time. Be off with you!" roared the man. "What do you mean by turning up
here and scaring a man out of his wits? We thought this island didn't
have a soul on it but us."
"What are you doing here?" asked Phil quietly.
The man turned red and stammered. He was too stupid to think of a
prompt answer.
At this moment a man who had all the appearance of a gentleman appeared
at one side of the house. He bowed pleasantly to Madge and Phil, but
did not try to conceal his amazement at seeing them.
The girls were equally nonplussed. They certainly had not been prepared
to meet a gentleman in this oddly assorted company.
"I overheard your story," he remarked pleasantly. "You will forgive the
surprise of my servants at your unexpected presence. We presumed we
were alone on the island. It is supposed to be entirely uninhabited,
except in the hunting season. The place is so desolate that I brought
this gypsy lad and his mother over to look after my man and me. I am
sorry that I can not offer you any assistance in returning to your
homes at present. My boat brought me to this island and left me, as I
wish to be entirely alone."
"How funny!" exclaimed matter-of-fact Phil. "I should think you would
be awfully lonely."
"I am--I am recovering from an attack of the nerves, due to overwork,"
replied the stranger suavely.
"And are you all alone in the house, except for your servants?"
questioned Madge, with her most innocent, far-away expression.
"Yes," replied the man in the same moment, fixing his cold, blue eyes
on Madge and Phil. "I am entirely alone in the house except for my man.
The gypsy woman and her boy Jeff live in a tent a little distance off.
I am sorry you have had your long journey across the island for
nothing. The boy will show you a shorter way back. Rest assured that as
soon as my boat comes for me, I will communicate with you. Until then
it is wisest for you not to return to this side of the island."
The stranger spoke to them with perfect courtesy, but they knew that he
would admit of no trifling. If they had heard a sound in the house that
was not meant for their ears, they must pretend to be deaf.
The man summoned the deaf and dumb lad by a gesture. He talked to him
on his fingers for a few minutes. The boy grinned and nodded, as though
he thoroughly understood.
"I have told this fellow to show you a short cut across the island,"
the stranger said politely, turning to the girls. "He is ready to
start--at once."
The man's eyes narrowed. There was no mistaking his meaning.
It was in vain that Madge and Phil insisted that they could find their
way home without assistance. The obstinate man declared that they would
be safer with an escort. What could the girls do? Nothing but make a
foolish scene, and they were too wise for that.
Before Phyllis turned to leave the place she took one long, intense
stare at the house ahead of her, which, she was now convinced,
imprisoned some innocent person. She said nothing to the man in charge
of it. But, in Phil-fashion, she set her lips firmly together. If the
man had known Phyllis Alden better, he would not have smiled in such a
relieved fashion when his unwelcome visitors disappeared.
With their backs to the ill-omened house, and their faces set toward
the lodge, Madge and Phil felt their hearts lighten. So far they had
failed miserably in their quest for help, but now these pretended
knights were to return to their ladies and make their report. What
bliss to be in their own little snug harbor again! "Snug harbor" was
Phil's name for their lodge in the woods.
The girls walked on happily. They could talk as they chose, with a deaf
and dumb boy for a guide.
"Who do you suppose is hidden in that house?" asked Phil nervously. She
could not get the subject off her mind.
Madge was far less interested, so she smiled. "You have always thought
that I had an excellent imagination," she teased, "but, really, this is
asking too much of me! Perhaps the man in the house is crazy; perhaps
he is heir to a large fortune, and the other wretch is trying to keep
him out of it. There may be a thousand reasons for his being there. Oh,
dear me, I am tired! If only this boy weren't deaf and dumb we might
get some information out of him. I am glad that we are going home by a
shorter route."
"I hope it is shorter," interrupted Phil. "Certainly it is entirely
different from the direction we took yesterday. We have not passed a
single familiar object since we started."
So far the girls had meekly and unquestioningly followed their guide.
Now a doubt assailed both of them at the same time. Could it be
possible that the lad had been sent to lead them out of their way? It
dawned on Phil that the boy had probably been told to take them home by
some route that would confuse them in case they ever desired to return
to the secluded house.
But it was perfectly hopeless to try to argue with a deaf and dumb boy.
The lad traveled at such a pace through the woods that the two girls
had difficulty in keeping up with him. Madge now ran ahead, catching
the boy by the sleeve. She tried to spell the word, "Home," on her
fingers. Then she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Are you taking us
home the right way?"
The boy grinned and bowed his head. He shot his fingers in the air and
began a rapid-fire conversation. Madge and Phil watched him, feeling
utterly helpless. The sign language had not been included in their
education. There was nothing for them to do but continue to follow
their leader.
Two hours more of travel and the wayfarers did not seem to be any
nearer home. Not a solitary familiar tree or bush appeared to welcome
them.
The knights were weary and disappointed. With what high hopes they had
set out on their travels! With what low spirits they returned home!
They were too tired to see where they were going, and they stumbled
blindly on, over tangled roots, around clumps of trees, through open
bits of woodland, too fatigued to protest or to ask questions.
Phil stole a look at her compass. It pointed southeast. Phil recalled
that she and Madge had traveled almost due south the day before in
order to reach the opposite side of the island. They should now be
going north. There was now no possible doubt. They had been led astray.
Phil would have liked to burst out crying. Instead, she declared
miserably, without the least attempt at cheerfulness: "We are lost
Madge! We have been fooled and tricked. The boy is not taking us across
the island. He has been leading us on a wild-goose chase all day. I am
not going to follow him another step."
"I am afraid we are too tired, now, Phil, to find our way home by
ourselves. Yet think how terrified Miss Jenny Ann and the girls will be
if another night passes and we do not return!"
Madge happened to glance up. The deaf and dumb boy was grinning at them
with an expression of utter derision. He stuck out his tongue.
The little captain's cheeks flamed. As usual, anger inspired her to
action. She sprang to her feet. "Don't you worry, Phil Alden," blazed
Madge. "This wretch of a boy is going to lead us home by the very
quickest route--and don't you forget it."
"What are you going to do?" queried Phil languidly.
Madge marched directly over to the boy; seizing him by both shoulders,
she shook him with all her might. The boy submitted. But when Madge had
finished he refused to stir. He picked up a stick from the ground and
began to whittle it calmly, emitting a guttural, choking laugh.
Madge struck the lad sharply with a little stick she had picked up. At
least he would understand what she meant by that kind of conversation.
Still the youth whittled serenely. Then she put her hand in her back
coat pocket, taking out a small, dark object. It was a small pistol.
Very quietly she opened and loaded it. Then, with her pistol primed,
she pointed it at the obstinate boy. "Forward, march!" she commanded.
The lad's glance shifted. He started to run. Madge shot into the air.
The boy hesitated. Then he raised both hands. He had given up. A minute
later he set off, beckoning to Madge and Phyllis to follow him. He had
decided to take them home by the right path.
"I did not know you had your pistol, Madge," gasped Phil, as the two
friends journeyed on together again.
Madge nodded. "Oh, yes," she explained. "We could not very well have
come on such a journey without it. Miss Jenny Ann knew that I carried
it."
For twenty-four hours, at odd intervals of time, Miss Jenny Ann,
Lillian and Eleanor had walked up and down in front of their lodge,
hoping and praying for the return of the wanderers. What did it matter
if they stayed all the rest of their lives on the deserted island, if
only Madge and Phyllis were with them!
About eight o'clock in the evening Miss Jenny Ann, who was patroling
the woods near by, heard a faint halloo. A few minutes later two
homesick and footsore girls stumbled into her arms.