"WHAT HAVE YOU HEARD?"
What was to be done now?
"This is a greater bother than any of the others," said Alfy. "I
expect I shall have to wade or swim now, if I can. Then I must run to
the village in my wet things. But how shall I get back to the house?
Bother the tub, I say! However did it get loose?"
The reason was that he had not fastened it very firmly; but then he did
not expect he would be so long in the tree, nor did he think the
current of the water would have such influence.
But the tub had gone, and he must do the best he could without it.
From his perch in the tree he could obtain a clear view of the flood.
The muddy water glistened in the bright sunshine, as though trying to
look pleasant.
The house was, as we have said, in a hollow, or depression of the
ground, and the flood, Alfy could see distinctly, came from some way
behind the house, and flowed round and past it; but whence it came, or
whither it went, he could not discover.
"It can't come from the river," he said thoughtfully, "for that is in a
different direction. I cannot imagine what causes it."
Sundry things he noticed were floating on its surface.
Here was a quantity of hay, sailing slowly and solidly along in a
fairly compact mass; farther on a little yellow straw flashed in the
sunshine; not far off again pieces of wood floated; and then, curiously
enough, a little tin hand-bowl bobbing about quite pertly, as it was
borne along. That tin bowl gave him an idea.
"I know!" he cried; "I will ask Mansy and Edie to send off the old tin
bath to me from the house."
Thereupon he shouted loudly to attract their attention.
At first they did not answer, and he could hear various sounds,
indicating that Mansy was endeavouring to repair some of the mischief
done by the flood. "They are busy," he said, and again he cried,
louder this time than before.
His shouts attracted Edie's attention, and she hastened to the window,
where her exclamation of surprise soon brought the others. "Bless the
boy!" exclaimed Mansy, "however did he get there? Where's the tub?"
"Can you send me the old bath?" he cried.
The girls disappeared hastily from the window, and Mansy cried again:
"You are never going to get into that bath, Master Alfy, sure_ly_!"
"Oh! I can manage it," he replied briskly, "if you can send it down to
the tree. Tell them to put a pole or something in it, dear Mansy, for
me to paddle it with."
"You must be quick, Alfy, and get us some provisions," urged Mansy, "or
I don't know what we shall do. We shall get starved!"
Alfy laughed in the gaiety of his heart. He was a merry, cheerful,
plucky little lad, who could not talk religion, but strove to act it.
Nelson's grand words, "England expects every man to do his duty," was
his motto, unexpressed though it was.
"Never fear, Mansy," he cried, "I'll be back in good time. You shall
have plenty to cook and eat to-day!"
Then Mansy disappeared from the window, and Alfy soon heard sounds, as
though the bath were being brought along. It was a somewhat
high-backed sitz bath, which had seen some service in the family.
Splash!
Over it went from the window, and of course it fell bottom-upwards!
"Ah-h-h!" he cried, "what a mull! Now I shall have to wait here a long
time till it is righted. Take care, please; don't let it float away!"
he shouted.
He soon saw that quick-witted Edie had hastened below to the table,
which had remained as it was placed last evening, and stretching out of
the window with a broom, which was the handiest and most efficient
thing she could readily find, was holding the bath to the house.
In answer to Alfy's cries, Mansy went down to help Edie, and then the
others following, they all endeavoured to turn the bath top upwards.
This task they at length accomplished, with the help of one or two more
brooms; and having fastened string round it to prevent its escape, it
was launched with a vigorous push in Alfy's direction. It floated
pretty buoyantly on the water, though its high back seemed to make it a
little top-heavy.
Well was it that the strange craft had been tethered, or it might have
floated provokingly just out of Alfy's reach; but, with a little
pulling and guidance by means of the string, it was coaxed near enough
to Alfy, so that he could throw in his tin with the cord attached, and
persuade it to float right under the tree.
In a very short time he had cautiously descended and dropped into his
novel boat. Yes, it floated still, though his weight caused it, of
course, to sink deeper in the water. Perhaps, however, it was less
liable to overturn, for its load ballasted it, and rendered it less
top-heavy.
With a loud "Hurrah!" he pushed off smartly from the tree, and giving
one wave of the hand to those watching him from the house, turned his
attention to navigating his strange craft to the shore.
Now, for a paddle Edie had put in a long broom-handle, and grasping
this in the middle, he plied it alternately one side and then the other.
Strange use for a broom-handle; but the occupants of the Island House
never expected to be caught by a flood like this, so they had to do the
best they could. "Hullo! I must look out for that mass of hay!" said
Alfy. "That I shall call an iceberg; or, no, a whale I think. Out of
the way, whale!" he cried, pushing it off briskly with his
indispensable broom-handle.
Hard though he worked, he made but slow progress, his craft was so
unwieldy and difficult to manage. "I wonder where the tub is!" he
cried. "Why, actually there, stranded against the hedge! The tub was
better than the bath. I've a good mind to go after that tub and bring
both to land."
And this the plucky little fellow accomplished. He was becoming quite
expert in the use of the paddles, and, of course, as soon as he came to
the hedge-top, he was able to propel the bath along more quickly. He
fastened the tub and bath together, and then transferring himself to
the former, set to work to bring both to the bank. He found it a
difficult task, but he persevered, and in a short time was successful.
At last he leaped on dry land. With a triumphant shout, he attracted
the attention of Mansy and his sisters to his success, and then, after
firmly mooring his fleet--as he called the tub and the bath--he set off
quickly for the village.
Now, his way led him soon beside a tall hedge. And, as he was
hastening along, he became aware of voices on the other side. At first
he paid little attention, but then a word or two about the flood struck
his ear. "If I could see them," he said, "I would ask how it was
caused." But--what was one voice saying?
"If I told what I knew about your neglecting your duty, you would catch
it hot, I can tell you."
"But you won't tell, I'm sure," replied the other.
"I don't know so much about that."
"I didn't mean to," whined the other.
"Didn't mean to! Of course you didn't. Still you did it. And this
here ter'ble flood is the result. You was in drink, you know you was;
and you was careless, and didn't do your dooty. You ought to have
watched, and given the alarm, and the banks might have been mended, and
the flood saved."
Alfy heard every word distinctly. There was an opening in the hedge a
little farther on, and the voices seemed to be going towards it, even
as he was himself.
"Who'd have thought," said the second man apologetically, "that that
stout wall would have burst."
"You may be thankful it didn't burst the other side," answered the
first man, "and the water flooded Tarn'ick. It's bad enough as it is,
coming to the village; but it would have been very much worse then."
So this was the cause of the flood. The reservoir which supplied the
populous town of Tarnwick had burst, and its contents had poured down
towards the village. And had the village suffered at all? Alfy was
anxious to know. And how had the man neglected his duty, and caused
the flood?
The lad was now near the opening in the hedge, and he suddenly, but
distinctly, saw the two men whom he had heard talking. He did not
recognise either of them; but, at sight of him, they started in
surprise, and stopped at once, and looked at him strangely, as though
to ask what he had heard.
Alfy walked straight on, past the opening in the hedge, as though the
men were not there, and on through the pleasant field. But the faces
of those men were impressed on his mind, and he felt he should know
them again.
Certainly their conversation had given him something to think of, but
the chief thing now that he had to do was to purchase provisions, and
have them conveyed to the house. Should he find much damage done at
the village?
That question was soon answered, for, on arriving there, he found that
the flood had passed it almost entirely by. Most of the houses were on
fairly high ground, and the river being near, much of the water had
flowed thither. Yet some of the cottages in the lower part had
suffered, and Alfy heard much of them, and of a farmhouse and its
buildings, which had also been flooded. He heard, too, of the
difficulties which had been experienced in saving some of the animals.
He knew that farmhouse well. He and his sisters had played there with
the children who lived under its pleasant roof. The flood had come so
suddenly, and the house wherein Alfy lived was in such a retired spot,
that no one seemed to have thought of it and its inmates. He therefore
found himself listened to with eagerness and some surprise when he told
of their condition.
"And how am I to send you these goods, then?" asked Mr. Daw, the
tradesman of whom Alfy had been ordering a supply of grocery. "I could
send them by cart, but I have not a boat."
"Do you know where I could borrow one?" asked Alfy anxiously.
Well, Mr. Daw was not sure. There were a few boats on the river, but
how was one to be brought from thence to the flood near the house?
Nevertheless, he thought of a few persons to whom Alfy could apply, and
the boy left him, after arranging that he would return later to point
out the spot where the goods were to be taken.
Alfy bought a few more goods, a joint of meat among them, at some other
shops, directing them to be taken to Mr. Daw, who had promised to send
all together. The boy had then a troublesome task; it was to find a
boat or some means of conveying the provisions to the Island House. He
had not time to talk much to any of the acquaintances and friends he
met, though they were greatly interested in the condition of affairs at
his home, and various were the directions he received as to the best
means of getting a boat.
The river was a small one. It was stony in parts, so that there was
not much boating. Still there were one or two kept at points along its
course, and Alfy found himself, at length, asking a jolly-looking old
gentleman, to whom he had been directed, but whom he did not know at
all, if he would lend his boat, and telling him why it was wanted.
"Eh! what! house all surrounded by water? Quite an island, eh? That's
what we used to learn at school--Island House, eh?"
"Yes, that is what we call it," laughed Alfy, somewhat reassured by the
jolly old gentleman's cheerfulness and geniality.
"Of course I'll lend the boat," said the old gentleman. "That's what
we've got to do, help one another--and mind you think of that, my boy;
but the question is, how can you get it up to the house?"
"I heard that the flood was running into the river," replied Alfy, "so
I thought I could row up that way."
"What! you row up against the flood!" exclaimed the jolly old
gentleman; "you can't do it."
"I can try," said Alfy.
"Well, I might try and help you, but I am not much of a rower, and my
son--it is he, really, who uses the boat--he is away from home. I
question if I could pull my own weight. Most mysterious thing this
flood. Where does it come from? How did it happen?"
So Alfy told what he had heard beside the hedge.
"Eh! what! eh! this is getting serious! One of the banks of Tarnwick
reservoir burst! One man saying it is because of another's
carelessness! This must be seen to. What sort of men were they?
Should you know them again?"
And the jolly old gentleman who was now looking very serious, drew from
Alfy all he knew about the men he had heard talking by the hedge.
"I must see to this quickly," said the old gentleman. "Send a
policeman after them. Take the boat, my lad, and keep her as long as
she is of any use to you. Good-bye, and good luck." And away he went.
Knowing that speed was very necessary, Alfy decided to try and row up
the boat at once. At first, he thought he would seek help from some
friends in the village. Then he determined not to do so. The village
was some little distance from the jolly old gentleman's house, and some
time, he thought, would be wasted in going to and fro. So he jumped in
the boat, and cast off.
This was a case, however, of "more haste, less speed." If he had
obtained assistance he would have made much better progress. The
stream was against him, and he found it hard work pulling against it.
But nothing seemed to daunt this boy's pluck.
"Put your back into it," he remembered an old boatman said, when last
summer's holiday he and his sisters were rowing on a tidal river at a
seaside resort, and now indeed he strove hard to put his back into his
rowing.
He was certainly making progress. To escape the force of the current
as far as possible he was creeping along by the shore. He was thinking
whether he would row as near as he could to the village, and then jump
out and tell Mr. Daw he had secured a boat, or whether he should row on
to where he had left the tub and bath.
"I want to have as little distance to row the laden boat as I can," he
said; "and I cannot take anyone to the house unless they will stay
there, as we shall want the boat. What fun we will have to-morrow
rowing about, and going for milk and things! I will point out the spot
to Mr. Daw's man where they can be brought."
He was just considering which course he should pursue when suddenly his
boat was stopped, and he heard some words which almost sent his heart
jumping to his mouth.
"I say, youngster, what was it you heard me and my mate say this
morning?"