The Island of Gold Part 3

Bob a.s.sented.

"Well, she ought'er sleep in a hammock."

"To be sure. I hadn't thought of that," said Bob.

"I can make one in a brace o' shakes, and that's sailor langwidge. Now just keep your eyes on me, Bob."

Ransey Tansey was busy enough for the next five minutes. He took that shepherd-tartan shawl, and by means of some pieces of string, which he never went abroad without, soon fas.h.i.+oned it into a neat little hammock.

Two saplings grew near, and by bending a branch downward from each, he slung that hammock so prettily that he was obliged to stand back for a little while to smile and admire it.

When he lifted Babs and put her in it, and fastened the two sides of the hammock across her chest with some more string and a horse-shoe nail, so that she could not fall out, the whole affair was complete.

"Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree-top, When the wind blown the cradle will rock."

Well, the wind did blow, but ever so softly, and the little hammock swayed gently to and fro. And the blackbird's voice seemed to sound more melodiously now; the thrush went farther away; only the wild pigeons continued to coo, coo, and the bees to hum, high, high up in the green beech-tree.

No wonder that the baby slept.

"Come along now, Bob. We've a whole hour at least."

The boy placed his rod and bag on the branches of a tree.

"A whole hour, Bob, to do as we likes. No good me askin' that idiot of an Admiral to watch Babs. He'd only begin scray-scrayin' and hopping around the hammock, and Babs would wake. I'm goin' to run wild for a bit, are you?"

And off he bounded, with Bob at his heels.

The Admiral, whose feet were getting cold now, hopped out of the stream, stretched out his three-foot neck, and looked after them.

"They think they're going to leave me behind, do they? Tok--tok-- tok,"--which in craneish language means "No--no--no."

So away _he_ went next, with his head and his long neck about a yard in front of him, and his wings expanded. It would have puzzled any one to have told whether the Admiral was running or flying.

If Ransey Tansey climbed one tree he climbed a dozen. Ransey walked through the wood with upturned face, and whenever he saw a nest, whether it belonged to magpie, hawk, or hooded crow, skywards he went to have a look at it.

He liked to look at the eggs best, and sometimes he brought just one down in his mouth if four were left behind, because, he thought, one wouldn't be missed. But even this was sinful; for although birds are not very good arithmeticians, every one of them can count as far as the number of its eggs--even a partridge or a wren can.

Sometimes the Admiral wanted to investigate the nests, but Ransey sternly forbade him. He might dance round the tree as much as he liked, but he must not fly up.

Bob used to bark at his master as he climbed up and up. Indeed, when perched on the very, _very_ top of a tall larch-tree Ransey himself didn't look much bigger than a rook.

Yet I think the ever-abiding sorrow with Bob was not that he had not a tail worth talking about, but that he could not climb a tree.

Different birds behaved in different ways when Ransey visited their nests. Thus: a linnet or a robin, flying from its sweet, cosy little home in a bush of orange-scented furze, would sit and sing at no great distance in a half-hysterical kind of way, as if it really didn't know what it was about. A blackbird from a tall thorn-tree or baby spruce, would go scurrying off, and make the woods resound with her cries of "beet, beet, beet," till other birds, crouching low on their nests, trembled with fear lest their turn might come next. A hooded crow would fly off some distance and perch on a tree, but say nothing: hooded crows are philosophers. A magpie went but a little distance away, and sat nodding and chickering in great distress. A hawk would course round and round in great circles in the air, uttering every now and then a most distressful scream.

But one day, I must tell you, a large hawk played the lad a very mischievous trick. Ransey was high up near the top of a tall, stone-pine-tree, and had hold of a st.u.r.dy branch above, being just about to swing himself in through the needled foliage, when, lo! the stump on which one foot was resting gave way, leaving him suspended betwixt heaven and earth, like Mohammed's coffin--and kicking too, because he could not for some time swing himself into the tree.

Now that hawk needn't have been so precious nasty about it. But he saw his chance, and went for Ransey straight; and the more the boy shouted at the hawk, and cried "Hoosh-oo!" at him, the more that hawk wouldn't leave off. He tore the boy's s.h.i.+rt and back, and cut his suspender right through, so that with the kicking and struggling his poor little pants came off and fluttered down to the ground.

Ransey Tansey was only second best that day, and when--a sadder and a wiser boy--he reached the foot of the tree, he found that Bob had been engaged in funeral rites--obsequies--for some time. In fact, he had sc.r.a.ped a hole beneath a furze bush and buried Ransey's pants.

Whether Bob had thought this was all that remained of his master or not, I cannot say. I only state facts.

But to hark back: after Ransey Tansey had seen all the nests he wanted to see, he and his two companions rushed off to a portion of the wood where, near the bank of the stream, he kept his toy s.h.i.+p under a moss-covered boulder.

He had built this s.h.i.+p, fas.h.i.+oning her out of a pine-log with his knife, and rigged her all complete as well as his somewhat limited nautical knowledge permitted him to do. In Ransey's eyes she was a beauty-- without paint.

Before he launched her to-day he looked down at Bob and across at the Admiral, who was quite as tall as the boy.

"We're going on a long and dangerous voyage, Bob," he said. "There's no sayin' wot may happen. We may run among rocks and get smashed; we may get caught-aback-like and flounder,"--he meant founder--"or go down wi'

all han's in the Bay o' Biscay--O."

Bob tried to appear as solemn and sad as the occasion demanded, and let his f.a.g-end drop groundwards.

But the crane only said "Tok," which on this occasion meant "All humbug!" for he knew well enough that Ransey Tansey was seldom to be taken seriously.

Never mind, the barque was launched on the fathomless deep, the summer breeze filled her sails--which, by the way, had been made out of a piece of an old s.h.i.+rt of the boy's father's--and she breasted the billows like a thing of life.

Then as those three young inseparables rushed madly and delightedly along the bank to keep abreast of the s.h.i.+p, never surely was such whooping and barking and scray-scraying heard in the woods before.

But disaster followed in the wake of that bonnie barque on this voyage.

I suppose the helmsman forgot to put his helm up at an ugly bend of the river, so the wind caught her dead aback. She flew stern-foremost through the water at a furious rate, then her bows rose high in air, she struggled but for a moment ere down she sank to rise no more, and all on board must have perished!

When I say she sank to rise no more I am hardly in alignment with the truth.

The fact is, that although Ransey Tansey could easily have made another s.h.i.+p with that knife of his, he was afraid he could not requisition some more s.h.i.+rt for sails.

"Oh, I ain't agoin' to lose her like that, Bob," said Ransey.

Bob was understood to say that _he_ wouldn't either.

"Admiral, ye're considerabul longer nor me in the legs and neck; couldn't ye wade out and make a dive for her?"

The crane only said, "Tok!"

By this time Ransey was undressed.

"Hoop!" he cried, "here goes," and in he dived.

"Wowff!" cried Bob, "here's for after," and in _he_ sprang next.

"Kaik--kaik!" shrieked the crane, and followed his leader, but he speedily got out again. The water was deep, and as a swimmer the Admiral was somewhat of a failure.

But the barque was raised all and whole, and after a good swim Ransey and Bob returned to the bank. Bob shook himself, making little rainbows all round him, and the boy rolled in the moss till he was dry, but stained rather green.

Then he dressed himself, and looked at his watch--that is, he looked at the sun.

"Why, Bob," he cried, "it is time to go back to Babs."