Five Are Together Again (5 page)

„Don"t forget there was Charlie the Chimp, and the Bonzo Band," said Julian. „What fun if the chimp got loose and peeped in at the kitchen window!"

„It wouldn"t be at all funny," said Anne. „Jenny would run for miles! So would Tinker"s monkey!"

„What about putting up our own tents after tea?" said Dick. „The carrier said he"d have them here by tea-time. It"s hotter than ever today. I don"t feel I can do much at the moment. I just want to laze."

„Woof," said Timmy, who was lying down with his head on his paws, panting.

„You feel the same, old chap, don"t you?" said Julian, poking him with his toe. „You"re tired out with your long run to Kirrin and back again, aren"t you?"

„The roads were so dusty!" said Dick. „He kept sneezing whenever a car passed us, because the dust got up his nose. Poor old Tim. You real y are tired out with that long, long run!"

„Woof!" said Tim, suddenly sitting up straight and pawing vigorously at George. Everyone laughed.

„He says he"s not at all tired, he wants a walk," chuckled Dick.

„Well, if he"s not tired, I am," said Julian. „It really was a job sorting out all our things at Kirrin

- and cycling there and back. No, Timmy - I am NOT going to take you for a walk!"

Timmy whined, and at once Mischief the monkey leapt down from Tinker"s shoulder and went to cuddle against the big dog, making small comforting noises. He even put his thin little arms round Timmy"s neck!

„You"re just being a little bit soppy, Mischief," said Tinker, but Mischief didn"t care. His big friend was sad about something, or he wouldn"t have whined. Timmy put out a big red tongue and licked the little creature delicately on his nose. Then he suddenly pricked up his ears, and sat straight up, He had heard a noise from somewhere. So had all the others.

„It"s music of some kind," said Anne. „Oh - I believe I know what it is!"

„What?" said the others.

„It must be Tapper"s Travel ing Circus Band practising for opening night," said Anne.

„Well, that"s tomorrow," yawned George. „Yes - it does sound like a band. Maybe we shall see the bandsmen after tea, when we put up our tents. I"d like to see the Boneless Man, wouldn"t you?"

„NO!" said Anne. „He"d be all limp and wriggly and horrid - like a worm or a jel yfish! I shan"t go and see him. But I"d love to see the horses and the Dancing Donkey. Does he dance to the band, do you think?"

„We"ll find out when we go," said Dick, „as it opens tomorrow. If Mr Tapper isn"t annoyed about Tinker trying to turn them out, he might let us wander round."

„I don"t think I want to come," said Tinker. „Mr Tapper was rude - and that boy knocked me flat."

„Well, I expect I"d do the same if I thought you were being rude to my Grandad," said Julian, lazily „Now - it"s settled, is it, that we go down with our things to the field after tea, and see if we can put up our tents in some sheltered corner?"

„Yes," said everyone. Dick idly tickled Mischief"s nose with a thin blade of grass. The monkey sneezed at once, and then again. He rubbed his little paw across his nose and stared disapprovingly at Dick. Then he sneezed once more.

„Borrow a hanky, old thing," said Julian. And, to everyone"s intense amusement, Mischief leapt across to Dick and neatly pul ed his handkerchief out of his pocket! Then he pretended to blow his nose.

Everyone roared with laughter, and Mischief was delighted. „You"l be stolen to act in a circus one day, if you behave like that!" said Dick, snatching back his hanky. „The Pick-pocket Monkey!"

„He"d be very good in a circus," said Julian.

„I"d never let him join a circus!" said Tinker at once. „He might have a dreadful life."

„No. I don"t think he would," said Julian. „Circus-folk love their animals and are proud of them. And after all, if they treated them unkindly, the animals wouldn"t be happy or healthy, and couldn"t enjoy their acts. Most circus people treat their animals like one of the family."

„What! Even a chimpanzee!" said Anne, in horror.

„They"re nice creatures - and very clever," said Julian. „Mischief, do not remove my handkerchief, please. It was funny the first time, but not a second time. Look at him now, trying to undo Timmy"s collar."

„Come and sit quietly by me, Mischief," ordered Tinker, and the little creature obediently went to him and cuddled on to his knee, making a soft, crooning noise.

„You"re a humbug," said Tinker, fondling him. „You be careful I don"t give you away to the circus, and get an elephant in exchange!"

„Idiot!" said Dick, and everyone laughed at the thought of Tinker and an elephant. What in the world would he do with it?

A voice cal ed from the house. „Tinker! The carrier"s come with all the camping things.

He"s put them in the hall, just where your father wil fal over them. You"d better come and see to them now."

„In a few minutes, Jenny!" called back Tinker. „We"re busy."

„You"re a real fibber, Tinker," said Dick. „We are not busy. You could easily go to find out where the things are, and see if they"re al there. There are quite a lot."

„We"ll go in twenty minutes or so," said Anne, yawning. „I bet Tinker"s father is asleep this hot afternoon. He won"t stir out of his study."

But she was wrong. Professor Hayling was wide awake, and when he had finished his work, he wanted a drink of very cold water. He threw open his study door, strode out towards the kitchen - and fell over a pile of all kinds of camping gear, bringing them down with a tremendous noise.

Jenny rushed out of the kitchen with loud screams of fright, and the Professor bel owed in anger as he took a ground-sheet off his head, and a tent-pole off his back. „WHAT ARE

THESE THINGS? I WILL NOT HAVE THEM IN THE HALL! JENNY! JENNY! Take them down to the bonfire and burn the lot!"

„Our camping things!" cried George, listening in horror. „Quick! We must get them! Oh, I do hope Tinker"s father hasn"t hurt himself. Blow, blow, blow!"

While Julian and Dick deftly removed everything that had fallen on to the angry Professor and took them down the garden, Anne and George comforted him, and made such a fuss of him that he began to feel decidedly less angry. He sat down in a chair and wiped his forehead. „I hope you"ve taken al those things down to the bottom of the garden?"

he asked, after a while.

„Yes," said Tinker, truthfully. „Er - they"re all by the bonfire, but it"s not lighted yet."

„I"l light it myself tomorrow," said his father, and Tinker heaved a sigh of relief. His father would forget, of course - and anyhow, everything was going to be taken into the camping field after tea.

„Have a cup of nice hot tea, sir," said Jenny, appearing with a tray of tea-things. „Sit you down and drink this. It"s newly made. Best thing to have after a fall and a shock."

She turned and whispered crossly to Tinker. „Didn"t I call to you and tell you the Professor would trip over those things, the poor man? Now you just get your own tea, while I take him into the dining-room and comfort him with a nice hot scone, and a cup of tea!"

„I"l get our tea," said Anne. „Then we"ll set up the tents down in the field, and enjoy ourselves. And Tinker, don"t you get into any more trouble with the circus folk."

„I"l see he doesn"t," said George, firmly. „Come on - let"s go down to the field while Anne gets the tea. I could do with a bun or two!"

Between them, Dick and Julian had lugged all the things down the garden - two tents, ground-sheets, blankets, tent-pegs and all the rest. Timmy ran with them in excitement, wondering what all the fuss was about. Mischief, of course, leapt to the top of whatever was being carried, and chattered excitedly all the way down the garden.

He got into trouble when he ran off with a tentpeg, but Timmy managed to catch him and make him drop it. Then, very solemnly, Timmy carried the tent-peg to Julian.

„Good dog!" said Julian. „Just keep an eye on that wicked little monkey, Tim, wil you?

There are al sorts of things he might run off with!"

So Timmy kept an eye on Mischief, nosing him away whenever he thought the monkey was going to pick up something he shouldn"t. Final y Mischief became tired of Timmy"s nose and leapt on his back, where, clinging to the dog"s collar, he rode just as if he were on horseback. „Only it"s dogback, not horseback," said Anne, with a laugh.

„They would make quite a good pair for the circus," said Dick. „I bet Mischief could hold on to reins, if Timmy had any!"

„Well, he"s not going to have any," said George. „The next thing would be a whip! Whew!

What a lot of things we"ve got - is that the lot?"

It was, thank goodness. A bel rang out from the house at that moment, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

„Tea at last!" said Dick. „I could drink a whole potful. Come on - we"ve finished piling up all the things. We"ll get busy after tea with them, I can"t do a thing more. Don"t you agree, Timmy?"

„WOOF!" said Timmy, heartily, and galloped up the garden path at top speed, with Mischief scampering after him.

„Talk about a circus!" said Dick. „We"ve a ready-made one here! Al right, Anne - we"re coming! We"re coming!"

Nobody wanted to spend a long time over tea. They all longed to go down to the field and set up their little camp.

„We shall have a wonderful look-in at what goes on in a circus camp," said Dick. „We shall be living so near the circus folk! I do hope Mischief won"t get too friendly with the people there. They might take him away with them when they leave."

„Indeed they won"t!" said Tinker, fiercely. „What a thing to say! As if Mischief would go with them, anyhow! I don"t expect he"l mix with the circus crowd at all."

„You wait and see!" grinned Dick. „Now buck up with your tea - I"m longing to go and set our camp in the field, and see what"s going on there."

It wasn"t long before they were ready. They were soon down by the fence, and gazed over it in amazement. Great vans were in the field, all with Mr Tapper"s name on and al painted in gay colours. There were caravans too, much smaller than the great vans, and these had windows, each with neat lace curtains. The circus folk lived in the caravans, of course, and George found herself wishing that she herself could go about in one, instead of living in a house that couldn"t move anywhere!

„Look at the horses!" cried Dick, as a bunch of them appeared with tossing heads and beautiful long thick tails. The boy who had knocked Tinker down was with them, whistling.

They were al coming from a big horse-van, and were delighted to be in a field with lush green grass.

„Is that field gate properly shut?" yelled an enormous voice, and the boy yelled back,

„Yes, Grandad. I shut it. There"s nowhere the horses can get out. My word - don"t they like this grass!"

Then he saw Julian and the others al looking over the fence, and waved to them. „See our horses? Aren"t they a grand lot?"

And, just to show off a little, he leapt on to the back of the nearest one, and went all round the edge of the field with it. George watched him enviously. If only she could have a horse like that!

„Well, let"s take our camp things into the field," said Tinker. „The nearer we are to the circus the better. We ought to have some fun."

He climbed over the fence and Dick followed. „I"l hand everything over," said Julian.

„George can help me - she"s as good as a boy any day!"

George grinned. She loved to hear anyone say that! It was quite a job getting some of the things over the fence. The tents, neatly wrapped though they were, were heavy, awkward things to handle, but at last everything was safely over, lying on the grass.

Then Julian, Anne and George climbed over the fence too, and stood in the field, looking round for a good corner to set up their things.

„What about near those bushes over there?" said Julian. „There"s that big tree behind as well to protect us from the wind - and we aren"t too near the circus folk - they might not like us right on top of them - and yet we"re near enough to see what"s going on."

„Oh, it"s going to be FUN!" said Anne, her eyes shining.

„I think I"d better go and find the old Grandad - Mr Tapper," said Julian. „Just to tell him we"re here, in case he thinks we"re intruders and have no right to be here."

„You haven"t got to ask his permission for us to be in MY field!" said Tinker, at once.

„Now don"t keep flying off the handle like that, Tinker," said Julian. „This is merely a question of good manners - something you don"t seem to know much about! How do we know that the circus folk won"t resent us camping so near them? Much better to show ourselves friendly from the start."

„Al right, al right," said Tinker, sulkily. „But it is my field, after al ! You"l be tel ing me to be friends with that nasty little circus-boy next!"

„Well, you"d better be - else he might knock you flat again!" said George. „Anyway, be sensible, Tinker - it"s not often people have a circus just at the bottom of their garden, and can pop over the fence, and mix with the circus folk."

Julian walked over to the nearest caravan. It was empty, and no one answered his knock.

„What you want, mister?" called a high little voice, and a smal girl with tangled, untidy hair came running up.

„Where"s Mr Tapper?" asked Julian, smiling at the untidy, bright-eyed little thing.

„He"s with one of the horses," said the small girl. „Who are you?"

„We"re your neighbours," said Julian. „Wil you take us to Mr Tapper?"

„Old Grandad"s this way," said the child, and slipped a dirty little hand into Julian"s. „I"l show you. I like you, mister."

She led the children to the middle of the camp. A mournful howl came from somewhere behind them and George stopped suddenly. „That"s Timmy! He must have found out that we"ve got out of the garden. I"l go back for him."

„Better not," said Julian. „There might be ructions if he met the chimpanzee. A big chimp would make mincemeat of him!"

„It wouldn"t!" said George, but all the same she didn"t go back to fetch Timmy. Julian hoped that the dog wouldn"t jump over the fence, and come to find them.