Jack has an Adventure
Gracious! I forgot the dogs! said Nora in dismay. What can we do, then?
The only thing to do is to make friends with the dogs, said Jack.
The other three stared at him. None of them felt that they wanted to make friends with the two big dogs. Jack grinned.
Dont look so scared, he said. Ill be the one to make friends. Animals are good with me. Until I met you and came to live with you I lived on a farm, and I know all about animals and their ways.
Oh, Jack! said Nora. Youre marvellous! Will you really make friends with those dogs?
Its the only thing to do. said Jack. And Im going to begin to-night. As soon as those dogs will let me pass in as a friend, Ill be able to take the rope-ladder in some night and get Prince Paul down.
How are you going to make friends? asked Mike.
Ill get some meat and biscuits from Dimmy, said Jack.
She will think youre hungry all of a sudden, said Mike with a grin.
Dimmy was surprised to hear that Jack wanted some meat and biscuits that evening. She had given the children a good supper of stewed raspberries, cream, and home-made bread and butter, and as Jack had had three helpings she really couldnt believe that he now wanted meat and biscuits.
I think you must be going to have a midnight feast in your room, she said. Well - for once in a way Ill let you have it.
Jack chuckled, and winked at the others. Its for a midnight picnic all right! he said. But not in my bedroom, Dimmy.
Dimmy didnt hear the last bit, for she had gone out of the room. She made Jack some ham sandwiches and gave him a bag of biscuits. He was pleased.
Thank you, he said. Thats jolly good of you, Dimmy.
Well, if you feel ill to-morrow, itll be your own fault, said Dimmy, with a laugh. She really was an awfully good sort.
When it got dark
Jack put the sandwiches and biscuits into a bag and said good-bye to the others. They wanted to come too and wait outside the wall, but Jack wouldnt let them.
No, he said. If they smell you or hear you those dogs will bark their heads off. I must go alone. Ill come back in about two hours.
He slipped down the winding staircase and out into the garden without Dimmy seeing him. He set off quietly up the cliff towards the Old House, which loomed up large and dark against the night-sky. He could quite well see the round tower on one side of it, and at the top was a faint light.
I suppose poor Prince Paul is up there trying to read or something, said Jack to himself, feeling sorry for the little prisoner all alone in the tall tower. How I wish we could rescue him quickly!
He soon came to the wall. He wondered how to slip into the grounds without making the dogs bark too loudly. They were always loose at night and might come rushing at him if he went in by the gate.
And then a lucky thing happened. One of the maids came up the lane and turned in at the back gate, quite near to where Jack stood. At once the two dogs rushed up and began to bark madly at the woman.
She was used to them, however, and spoke sharply. Don! Tinker! Be quiet! Dont you know me yet?
A voice called from the house. Is that you, Anna?
Yes, sir, answered the woman. Its only me theyre barking at.
That was Mr. Diazs voice, said Jack to himself. Nows my chance. If I slip in now and the dogs go on barking, Mr. Diaz will simply think its because of Anna. And maybe I can make them stop barking in a little while.
He slid in silently at the back gate like a black shadow. Both the dogs heard him and smelt him, and set up a great barking again.
Quiet! roared Mr. Diaz. Quiet!
The dogs paused in their barking. Mr. Diaz only said Quiet! when the visitor was a friend. The pause was enough for Jack.
Don! Tinker! he said in a low voice, and then he sat himself down on the ground beside a thick bush. The dogs heard their names and pricked up their ears. Don barked loudly again. Tinker looked as if he wanted to rush at Jack - but this boy was sitting down like a friend! It was strange!
Jack made no movement. He knew from his life on the farm that animals and birds are afraid of sudden quick movements, even from a friend. His heart beat loudly, for he was not at all sure that one or both of the dogs might not attack him.
Don barked again. Tinker ran up to Jack and sniffed at him. Jack sat perfectly still. The dog smelt the meat sandwiches and the biscuits and tried to get his nose in the bag. Both dogs were underfed, because Mr. Diaz thought they would be wide awake then, if they were hungry, and would not sleep well as a properly fed dog does.
Good dog, Tinker, good dog, said Jack in a very low voice. The dog sniffed hungrily at the bag. Jack slowly and cautiously undid it. Don, the other dog, would not come near. He stood at a distance, very suspicious, growling softly.
Growl all you like! thought Jack. But dont start that dreadful barking again. I dont want Mr. Diaz out here looking round!
Tinker took a ham sandwich from Jacks hand. It was gone at a gulp, for the dog was very hungry indeed. He sniffed for another.