A NEW USE FOR A KITE
A few days afterward Miss Jenny Ann concluded that she must pay a visit
to the men who had been so disagreeable to Phyllis and Madge. She was
an older woman, and one not to be trifled with. The man whom the two
girls imagined to be in authority over the group of people whom they
had seen had promised to come to them as soon as he could help them. He
had not come. Miss Jones wished to know why.
Miss Jenny Ann Jones was growing into a very determined character. You
would never have known her for the once pale, awkward, embarrassed
teacher at Miss Tolliver's school. Her shoulders had broadened, her
cheeks were ruddy, her sandy hair was burned to gold. Miss Jenny's
muscles were hard and her step vigorous. She had become a hewer of wood
and a drawer of water. Pioneer life had certainly agreed with her. She
could walk as far and endure as much as Phyllis Alden herself, who was
the hardiest of the four girls.
Phyllis and Madge were enraptured with their chaperon's suggestion that
they make a second trip across the island. They had never ceased to
think and to talk of the poor fellow who had sent out his cry for help
to them.
Lillian and Eleanor stayed at home to take care of the lodge. Madge,
Phil and their chaperon crossed the island without any special
difficulty, and found the secluded house as before; the deaf and dumb
boy sat outside on guard. A few rods off the gypsy woman worked near
her tent.
Miss Jenny Ann went directly up to her and inquired for her master.
The gypsy woman made no answer, except to shake her fist and utter
unintelligible threats. She commanded her son to drive the intruders
away, but Jeff, the gypsy lad, never stirred.
"I insist on knowing if your master is in his house, or, if he has gone
away, when he will return," demanded Miss Jones.
The gypsy's answer was to pick up a huge stone and hurl it at Madge's
head.
At this Miss Jenny Ann, a few weeks before the most timid of women,
seized the gypsy by the shoulders and pushed her inside her tent.
"Don't come out again," ordered Miss Jenny. "We intend to wait here
until your master comes to speak to us. I don't suppose he will be
absent any length of time."
"He ain't going to be back until just before night," the gypsy
muttered. But she made no effort, at first, to come out of her tent.
Miss Jenny Ann took up her position on a log half-way between the house
and the tent. She insisted that her companions rest near her. It was
early afternoon. Now that they knew their way, the trip across the
island had occupied only half the length of time that it had taken when
Madge and Phil crossed.
Madge and Phil craned their necks and stared at the house.
The deaf and dumb boy grinned cheerfully at them. Except for his
presence the house looked silent and deserted. Perhaps the prisoner had
been taken away.
"Miss Jenny Ann, do you remember the story of Richard, the
Lion-Hearted, and Blondel?" asked Phil plaintively.
Miss Jones was thinking of something else. "What was it, Phyllis?" she
asked abstractedly.
"Once when Richard Coeur de Leon was on his way home to England from
one of his crusades in the Holy Land, he was cast into prison. There he
stayed a long, long time," narrated Phil mournfully, as though the
story of the unfortunate king weighed on her mind. "Blondel, Richard's
faithful servant and friend, wandered all over the world looking for
his master. One day he came outside the very prison that held his king.
He began to sing an old song that he and King Richard had sung together
many times. Richard Coeur de Leon recognized the song and knew that
Blondel waited outside the fortress to save him. He managed to let
Blondel know where he was, and the loyal servant helped his friend and
king to make his escape."
Madge guessed what Phil's story meant, but Miss Jenny Ann refused to
see it.
"Do you think, Miss Jenny Ann," Phil inquired after a pause, "that it
would do any harm if Madge and I were to sing outside this prison house
to-day? Surely it would be a comfort to the poor man inside to hear the
sound of friendly voices!"
Miss Jones frowned. "Perhaps it would not do any harm, Phil, but it
certainly would not do the prisoner any good. You have promised me not
to try to interfere with this stranger's troubles." Then Miss Jenny
Ann's soft heart relented. "Sing, if you like, Phil. I shall be glad to
hear you. It will help make the time pass more quickly."
"What shall we sing, Phil?" demanded Madge.
Phil thought for a while. "'America'," she suggested. "If I were put in
prison unfairly, I would like to think that I was an American and
should some day have my liberty again."
"All right," agreed Madge. "Let's begin."
Sitting on the ground at Miss Jenny Ann's feet the girls sang the
splendid song. They forgot the story that had suggested their music.
Their voices rang true and sweet. Madge sang the soprano part and Phil
the alto. The tune inspired the two girls and gave Miss Jenny Ann fresh
courage for the unpleasant interview which she thought lay ahead of
her.
It was good for the lost travelers to believe that they were still
under the protection of the American Flag. The "Merry Maid" had
certainly not drifted away from the Stars and Stripes.
Phil wanted a drink of water at the close of the song. She went up near
the house to get it. The bucket stood under a tree a little to one side
of the house, out of the vision of Madge and Miss Jenny Ann. Phil was a
long time in drinking the water. Distinctly she heard some one inside
the house. He was pacing up and down like a frenzied creature.
Phyllis was disobedient. As she passed by the deaf and dumb boy, whose
name was Jeff, who still sat at his post of duty, she whisked out a
paper and pencil and handed them to him. She pointed to the barred
door, and indicated that she wished the paper and pencil carried to the
man imprisoned in the house.
Jeff took the things, but he shook his head and made many gestures. He
wished Phyllis to understand that he had no way of breaking into the
prison house when his master was away. He was left to guard the outside
of the dwelling. His master carried the key.
Phyllis went back to her seat near Madge and Miss Jenny Ann. Her face
was flushed. She looked miserable and uncomfortable.
A few minutes later Phil saw Jeff leave his position in front of the
place he was set to guard. He jumped up and ran to the tent, where he
and his mother slept. A short time after he danced out of the tent,
carrying a kite with a long tail made of strips of cloth. The boy
closed the opening to the tent securely. He hoped to keep his gypsy
parent inside. As Jeff ran by the girls, letting his kite fly high in
the air, he gave the two girls a significant wink.
"What is the boy going to do?" asked Miss Jenny Ann. "He is just like a
child! I wish he could tell us when those two tiresome men intend to
return to this spot."
Jeff disappeared around the back of the wooden house. In a few moments
the lad reappeared on top of the sloping roof. He had his kite tied to
one of the buttons of his coat. He climbed cautiously up the roof until
he came to the ledge. Then he sat astride it, with his feet nearly
touching the chimney that rose out of the roof. He looked furtively
about.
The girls watched the lad in fascination. What was he about to do? The
boy deliberately waved to them. Next he took out the paper and pencil
Phil had presented to him. He unwound the kite string from his button,
got a small stone out of his pocket and placed it inside the paper.
Then he tied the pencil and the paper, with the weight in it, to the
end of his kite string.
What the boy was going to do Phil was beginning to guess. She was
gratified at the success of her ruse, but she felt very guilty and
ashamed of herself. Madge and Miss Jenny Ann were wholly unaware that
Phil had had anything to do with the deaf and dumb boy's peculiar
actions.
But Phil could stand it no longer. Suddenly she broke out: "Miss Jenny
Ann, Madge! I have a confession to make to you!"
Phil's face was red with embarrassment. "I gave Jeff a paper and pencil
to take to the man inside that house," she went on bravely. "I suppose
I ought not to have done it."
Miss Jenny Ann looked worried. "I am sorry, Phil," she answered
quietly.
Of course, Phil was more unhappy at her chaperon's quiet speech than
she would have been if Miss Jones had scolded her. Not once before, in
their two houseboat holidays, had Phil given their teacher and friend
any kind of trouble. It had been a point of honor with Phil to help
Miss Jenny Ann all she could. Now she had truly fallen from grace.
But Madge and Miss Jenny Ann were so interested in watching the boy on
the roof that they said nothing more. Jeff had slid down the roof, and
had twined his legs around the small brick chimney. He looked like a
monkey as he sat there staring out across the landscape, to see if by
any chance the men he feared could be returning. At last he rose to his
feet, leaned against the brick chimney and dropped the tail of his kite
straight down it. It had occurred to the boy that this chimney
connected with the prisoner's room, and that the kite string would
carry the paper and pencil down to him.