Do you? Where? they said. Jess reached for her notebook to take down the details.
Yes, said Mr Carter. Rainbow,
this morning. Ended right beside Biddy Iremongers place. Saw it with my own eyes. You dig there, and therell be a crock of gold for you. And, before either of them could answer, he went away laughing.
Beast! said Jess.
Frank was too angry even to say what he thought. Instead, he suggested taking the notice down. Jess said that would be giving in too easily.
Lets keep it the rest of today and tomorrow, she said. Maybe the news will get round.
Then well have the whole town knocking on the window to laugh at us, said Frank, and he went indoors to cadge some biscuits to cheer them up with.
They were eating the biscuits when they heard quite a crowd of people coming along the path. There was a noise of wheels turning and sticks being trailed along the allotment railings and the fences of the gardens. There were also loud, crude voices, swearing. Frank wished most heartily that Jess had agreed to take the notice down. He did not even need to hear the voices to know that it was Buster Knell and his gang and, to judge from the language, Buster Knell and his gang in a very bad mood indeed. They all stopped outside the potting shed, and Jess said afterwards that she saw the air turn blue.
Cor! Take a blanking look at this! said someone. Look, Buster.
Blanketty Own Back! said someone else.
Frank and Jess sat and looked at one another, while yet another boy read the notice out in a jeering squeaky voice. Whose blanking idea is this? he said.
Blankery-blue Pirie kids, they heard Buster say. They knew it was Buster, because his voice was louder and his language nastier than any of the others. Always got some blank idea or other.
Fwank and Jessie, squeaked someone. Come on, lets tear it down.
The whole gang agreed, at the tops of their voices and the full width of their language. Frank and Jess had resigned themselves to losing their notice, when Buster shouted:
No! I got a much better blanking blue-and-purple idea than that. Wait a blanketty minute, cant you! Then, before Frank and Jess had time to escape from the shed, he was pounding on the window, yelling, Anyone in? You too blanking scared to answer? Open purple up, cant you!
There was nothing else for it. Frank got up and opened the window. Buster put his arms on the sill and pushed his face inside. It was not a nice face at the best of times all thick and narrow-eyed. At that moment, it was mud down one side, and thicker than usual down the other. There was even blood, just a little, on Busters stumpy chin.
What do you want? asked Frank.
My crimson Own Back, said Buster. Like it says. And you blanking-blue owe me ten pence anyway.
So? said Frank, as bravely as he could. Beyond Buster was all the gang, glowering and muddy, carrying sticks and air guns, and towing their usual number of home-made go-carts. They never moved without all this equipment if they could help it, and they knew how to use it too.
Buster stuck his face sneeringly into Franks. Jess began gently collecting flowerpots for ammunition. It looked as if they were going to need all they could get.
Ill let you off that purple ten pence, said Buster, if you can get me my blanking Own Back on that blue-and-orange scum. Only I bet youre too blanking scared.
No, Im not, said Frank. Who do you mean?
Crimson scum, said Buster. Vernon Wilkins. Just look what he done to me. Here, take a look. He pushed his hand towards Franks face, and held it open, palm upwards. On it was something small, dirty and red at one end. See that? said Buster. Thats a tooth, that is. That crimson scum knocked it out for me. What do you say to that?
The only thing Frank could think of to say was that it was rather clever of Vernon Wilkins, but he did not dare say that.
Buster pushed his hand further into the shed. And you, he said to Jess. You take a purple look too. A good long, orange look.
So Jess was forced to come and inspect the tooth too. She brought a flowerpot with her, just in case. It was a double tooth, worn down to a flat disc-shape. Yes, she said. What do you want us to do about it?
Get one of his, said Buster. Youre arranging crimson revenge, arent you? Well, you go and knock me out one of Wilkins blue-blanking teeth and bring it back here so I can see you done it. Then Ill let you off that ten pence.
Its worth more than ten pence, said Jess.
Is it? said Buster. Whats the orange matter? Do you want to lose a tooth too?
Shut up, said Frank. When do you want it?
Itll take at least an hour, said Jess.
All right, said Buster. Meet you back here in an hour. And youd better bring that green-blue-muddy-violet tooth
with you, or it wont be only ten pence you owe me. Then he took his hand, and his tooth, and finally his face, away from the window, and led his gang clattering and wheeling and swearing away up the path.
Jess and Frank stared at one another and felt that everything had gone wrong. The idea seemed to have turned back to front. Instead of other people asking them to get their Own Back on Buster Knell, here was Buster Knell sending them for other peoples teeth. The nasty thought was that Vernon Wilkins was a good two years older than Frank, and, if he could actually knock a tooth out of Busters head, then there was no knowing what he could do to Frank.