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The high-road was here shadier and less dusty, and it was anything but inviting to think of retracing the long stretch to Monkhaven, though from where they stood, a turn in the road hid it from them.
"And he won't be wanting to get that gipsy girl into trouble by telling on the lot of them, which will make it harder for the poor lad," thought the shrewd old woman, for the children had told her all about Diana. "But there's nothing to be done that I can see except to get the General to write to the police at Monkhaven." For Mrs.
Us would much rather go straight home." Then Tim had to enter upon an explanation. He did not know the nearest way to Sandle'ham, and they might wander about the country, losing their way. They had very little money, and it most likely was too far to walk. He was afraid to ask unless sure it was of some one he could trust; for Mick might have sent word to some one at Monkhaven about them.
I was in two minds as to which way I'd take this morning round by Monkhaven or by the lane. But Toby he was all for the lane, and so I just took his way, the Lord be thanked!" "He knowed us was here he did, didn't he? Oh, darling Toby!" cried the twins. But then Barbara had to be told all.
It was the last night on the canal. Early the next morning they would be at Monkhaven. The children were fast asleep; so were Peter and his wife and baby. Only Tim was awake. He had asked to stay on deck, as he was quite warm with a rug which Mrs. Peter lent him, and the cabin was full enough. It was a lovely night, and the boy lay looking at the stars overhead thinking, with rather a heavy heart.
And though I didn't rightly come to Monkhaven to look for you, I had a feeling it was bore in on me that I'd maybe find some trace of you, and I thought Toby would be the best help. And truly I could believe he'd scented you were not far off the worry he's been all this morning! A-barking and a-sniffing and a-listening like!
"'Tis the canal, missie," he said. "It comes past Monkhaven, and goes I don't rightly know where to. Maybe to that place we're going to, where the fair's to be. I once went a bit of a way on a canal that was afore I was with Mick and his lot. There was a boy and his mother as was very good to me. I wish I could see them again, I do." "But what is a canal, Tim," said Pamela.
Mick'll not be likely to think of the canal, and Tim's been down to see if there was any one among the boat-people as would take you. He used to know some of them not far from here. And the canal goes straight on to a place called Monkhaven, on the road to Sandle'ham. Did you ever hear of that place?" The children shook their heads. "Well, it can't be helped.
"I dursn't go back to Monkhaven," said Tim; "they'd be sure to cotch me, and they'd give it me for a-climbing out o' window and a-running away. Nor I dursn't go back to Mick. But you've only to say the word, ma'am, and I'm off. I'll hide about, and mayhap somehow I might get a chance among the boat-people.
Had they gone straight on they would soon have found themselves in Monkhaven High Street, where, at this moment, Tim was shut up in the police office. But after wandering on a little way they got frightened, for no Tim was to be seen, and they stood still and looked at each other. "P'raps this isn't the way he went after all," said Pamela.
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