John recognized the soundness of the scheme, for other people under other conditions. But he was not tempted by it. In any case, David was underestimating the intervention Pirrie might make in the plan; a reasonable error for anyone who did not know Pirrie.
He said slowly: “Yes, I think that might work. It’s worth trying, anyway. But I don’t want to have the kids mown down by that gun of yours in the night.”
David said eagerly: “There’s no fear of that. Give me our old curlew whistle as you come along the road. And it’s full moon.”
“Yes,” John said, “so it is.”
TWELVE
John dropped down into the ditch where they all were.
He said immediately: “We shan’t get in there peaceably. They won’t budge. My brother’s tried them, but it’s no good. So we have the alternatives I spoke of—going somewhere else or fighting our way into Blind Gill. Have you thought about it?”
There was a silence; Alf Parsons broke it. He said:
“It’s up to you, Mr Custance—you know that. We shall do whatever you think best.”
“Right,” John said. “One thing first. My brother looks like me, and he’s wearing blue overalls and a grey and white check shirt. I’m telling you this so you can watch out for him. I don’t want him hurt, if it can be helped.”
Joe Harris said: “We’re having a go, then, Mr Custance?”
“Yes. Not now—tonight. Now we are going to beat an orderly retreat out of range of vision of the people on the fence. It’s got to look as though we’ve given up the idea of getting in. Our only hope is having the advantage of surprise.”
They obeyed at once, scrambling out of the ditch and heading back down the road, away from the valley. John walked at the rear, and Roger and Pirrie walked with him.
Roger said: “I still think you’re doing the wrong thing, Johnny. You could leave us and take the family back. They would have you.”
Pirrie remarked, in a speculative tone: “I don’t think it’s going to be easy, even a surprise attack.” He looked at John. “Unless you know a way of getting in over the hills.”
“No. Even if there were a reasonable way, it wouldn’t do. The hillsides are steep in there. It would be impossible to avoid starting small slides of stones and once they knew where we were we should offer a target they couldn’t miss.”
“I take it,” Pirrie said, “that you do not contemplate rushing that fence—with a Vickers machine-gun behind it?”
“No.” John looked at Pirrie closely. “How do you feel now?”
“Normal.”
“Fit enough to wade half a mile through a river that’s cold even at this time of year?”
“Yes.”
They were both watching him in inquiry. John said:
“My brother put a fence across the gap between hill and river, but he took it for granted the river was fence enough in itself. By the banks it’s deep as well as swift—there have been enough cattle drowned in it, and quite a few men. But I fell in from the other side when I was a kid, and I didn’t drown. There’s a shelf just about the middle of the river—even as a boy of eleven I could stand there, with my head well above water.”
Roger asked: “Are you suggesting we all wade up the river? They would see us, surely. And what about getting out of it, if it’s as deep by the banks as you say?”
Pirrie, as John had anticipated, had grasped the idea without the need for elaboration.
“I am to knock out the machine gun?” he suggested. “And the rest of you?”
“I’m coming with you,” John said. “I’ll take one of the other rifles. I’m not likely to succeed if you fail, but it provides us with an extra chance. Roger, you’ve got to take that fence once we’ve got the gun quiet. You can get the men up within a hundred yards of it, along the ditch. The fence is climbable.
“They will bring the gun round to bear on us as soon as they are under fire from the rear. That’s when you take our lot in.”
Roger said doubtfully: “Will it work?”
It was Pirrie who answered him. “Yes,” he said, “I believe it will.”
He stood with Ann, looking at the children as they lay asleep on the ground—Davey and Spooks and Steve tangled up together, and Mary a little apart, her head pillowed on an out-thrust arm. He told her then, in an undertone, of David’s plan. When he had finished, she said:
“Why didn’t you? We could have done it. We could have got away from Pirrie somehow”—she shivered—“killed him if necessary! There’s been enough killing of innocent people—and now there’s going to be more. Oh, why didn’t you take it? Can’t we still?”
The sun had gone down and the moon was yet to rise. It was quite dark. He could not see much of her face, nor she of his.
He said: “I’m glad of Pirrie.”
“Glad!”
“Yes. I needed the thought of that trigger finger of his to stiffen me, but it only stiffened me into taking the right course. Ann, some of the things I’ve had to do to get us here have been nasty. I couldn’t have justified them even to myself, except in the hope that it would all be different once we got to the valley.”
“It will be different.”
“I hope so. That’s why I won’t pay for admission in treachery.”
“Treachery?”
“To the rest of them.” He nodded his head towards the others. “It would be treachery to abandon them now.”
“I don’t understand.” Ann shook her head. “I don’t begin to understand. Isn’t it treachery to David—to force a way in?”
“David isn’t a free agent. If he were, he would have let us all in. You know that. Think, Ann! Leaving Roger and Olivia outside—and Steve and Spooks. What would you tell Davey? And all these other poor devils… Jane… yes, and Pirrie? However much you dislike him, we should have never got near the valley without him.”
Ann looked down at the sleeping children. “All I can think is that we could have been safe in the valley tonight—without any fighting.”
“But with nasty memories.”
“We have those anyway.”
“Not in the same way.”
She paused for a while. “You’re the leader, aren’t you? The medieval chieftain—you said so yourself?”
John shrugged. “Does that matter?”
“It does to you. I see that now. More than our safety and the children’s.”
He said gently: “Ann, darling, what are you talking about?”
“Duty. That’s it, isn’t it? It wasn’t really Roger and Olivia, Steve and Spooks, you were thinking about—not them as persons. It was your own honour—the honour of the chieftain. You aren’t just a person yourself any longer. You’re a figurehead as well.”
“Tomorrow it will be all over. We can forget about it all then.”
“No. You half convinced me before, but I know better now. You’ve changed and you can’t change back.”
“I’ve not changed.”
“When you’re King of Blind Gill,” she said, “how long will it be, I wonder, before they make a crown for you?”
The risky part, John thought, was the stretch between the bend of the river and the point, some thirty yards from the fence, where the shadow of the hill cancelled out the moonlight. If they had left it until the moon was fully risen, the project would have been almost impossible, for the moonlight was brilliant and they had to pass within yards of the defenders.
As it was, they were exposed, for some twenty-five yards, to any close scrutiny that the people behind the fence turned on the river. The reasonable hope was that their attention would be focused on the obvious approach by road rather than the apparently impractical approach up so swift and deep a river as the Lepe. Pirrie, in front of him, crouched down so that only his head and shoulders, and one hand holding the rifle on his shoulder, were out of the water, and John followed suit.