Still William (20 page)

Ginger’s father and William’s father played golf together. Ginger’s mother and William’s mother looked at the shops and the sea together. William and Ginger went off
together on secret expeditions. Though no cajoleries or coaxings would have persuaded William to admit that he was ‘enjoying his holiday’, still the presence of Ginger made it difficult
for him to maintain his usual aspect of gloomy scorn. They hunted for smugglers in the caves, they slipped over seaweedy rocks and fell into the pools left by the retreating tide. They carried on
warfare from trenches which they made in the sand, dug mines and counter-mines and generally got damp sand so deeply ingrained in their clothes and hair that, as Mrs Brown said almost tearfully,
they ‘simply defied brushing’.

Today they were engaged in the innocent pursuit of wandering along the front and sampling the various attractions which it offered. They stood through three performances of the Punch and Judy
show, laughing uproariously each time. As they had taken possession of the best view and as it never seemed to occur to them to contribute towards the expenses, the showman finally ordered them
off. They wandered off obligingly and bought two penny sticks of liquorice at the next stall. Then they bought two penny giant glasses of a biliousy-coloured green lemonade and quaffed them in
front of the stall with intense enjoyment. Then they wandered away from the crowded part of the front to the empty space beyond the rocks. Ginger found a dead crab and William made a fire and tried
to cook it, but the result was not encouraging. They ate what was left of their liquorice sticks to take away the taste, then went on to the caves. They reviewed the possibility of hunting for smugglers without enthusiasm.
William was feeling disillusioned with smugglers. He seemed to have spent the greater part of his life hunting for smugglers. They seemed to be an unpleasantly secretive set of people. They might
have let him catch just one . . .

They flung stones into the retreating tide and leapt into the little pools to see how high they could make the splashes go.

Then they saw the boat . . .

It was lying by itself high and dry on the shore. It was a nice little boat with two oars inside.

‘Wonder how long it would take to get to France in it?’ said William.

‘Jus’ no time, I ’spect,’ said Ginger. ‘Why you can
see
France from my bedroom window. It must jus’ be
no
distance – simply
no
distance.’

They looked at the boat in silence for a few minutes.

‘It looks as if it would go quite easy,’ said William.

‘We’d have it back before whosever it is wanted it,’ said Ginger.

‘We couldn’t do it any harm,’ said William.

‘It’s simply
no
distance to France from my bedroom window,’ said Ginger.

The longing in their frowning countenances changed to determination.

‘Come on,’ said William.

It was quite easy to push and pull the boat down to the water. Soon they were seated, their hearts triumphant and their clothes soaked with seawater, in the little boat and were being carried
rapidly out to sea. At first William tried to ply the oars but a large wave swept them both away.

‘Doesn’t really matter,’ said William cheerfully. ‘The tide’s takin’ us across to France all right without botherin’ with oars.’

For a time they lay back enjoying the motion and trailing fingers in the water.

‘ ’S almost as good as bein’ pirates, isn’t it?’ said William.

At the end of half an hour Ginger said with a dark frown:

‘Seems to
me
we aren’t goin’ in the right d’rection for France. Seems to
me
, Cap’n, we’ve been swep’ out of our course. I can’t see
no land anywhere.’

‘Well, we mus’ be goin’
somewhere
,’ said William the optimist, ‘an’ wherever it is it’ll be
int’resting
.’

‘It
mightn’t
be,’ said Ginger, who was ceasing to enjoy the motion and was taking a gloomy view of life.

‘Well, I’m gettin’ jolly hungry,’ said William.

‘Well, I’m
not’
said Ginger.

William looked at him with interest.

‘You’re lookin’ a bit pale,’ he said with over-cheerful sympathy. ‘P’raps it was the crab.’

Ginger made no answer.

‘Or it might have been the liquorice
or
the lemonade,’ said William with interest.

‘I wish you’d shut up talking about them,’ snapped Ginger.

‘Well, I feel almost
dyin’
of hunger,’ said William. ‘In books they draw lots and then one kills the other an’ eats him.’

‘I wun’t mind anyone killin’ an’ eatin’ me,’ said Ginger.

‘I’ve nothin’ to kill you with, anyway, so it’s no good talkin’ about it,’ said William.

‘Seems to me,’ said Ginger raising his head from his gloomy contemplation of the waves, ‘that we keep changin’ the d’rection we’re goin’ in. We’ll
like as not end at America or China or somewhere.’

‘An’ our folks’ll think we’re drowned.’

‘We’ll prob’ly find gold mines in China or somewhere an’ make our fortunes.’

‘An’ we’ll come home changed an’ old an’ they won’t know us.’

Their spirits rose.

Suddenly William called excitedly, ‘I see land! Jus’
look
!’

They were certainly rapidly nearing land.

‘Thank goodness,’ murmured Ginger.

‘An uninhabited island I ’spect,’ said William.

‘Or an island inhabited by wild savages,’ said Ginger.

The boat was pushed gently on to land by the incoming tide.

Ginger and William disembarked.

‘I don’t care where we are,’ said Ginger firmly, ‘but I’m goin’ to stop here all my life. I’m not goin’ in that ole boat again.’

A faint colour had returned to his cheeks.

‘You
can’t
stop on an uninhabited island all your life,’ said William aggressively. ‘You’ll
have
to go away. You needn’t go an’ eat dead
crabs jus’ before you start, but you can’t live on an uninhabited island all your life.’

‘Oh, do shut up talkin’ about dead crabs,’ said Ginger.

‘Here’s a hole in a hedge,’ called William. ‘Let’s creep through and see what there is the other side. Creep, mind, an’ don’t breathe. It’ll
prob’ly be wild savages or cannibals or something.’

They crept through the hedge.

There in a wide green space some lightly clad beings were dancing backwards and forwards. One in the front called out unintelligible commands in a shrill voice.

William and Ginger crept behind a tree.

‘Savages!’ said William in a hoarse whisper. ‘Cannibals!’

‘Crumbs!’ said Ginger. ‘What’ll we do?’

The white-clad figures began to leap into the air.

‘Charge ’em,’ said William, his freckled face set in a determined frown. ‘Charge ’em and put ’em to flight utterin’ wild yells to scare ’em
– before they’ve time to know we’re here.’

‘All right,’ said Ginger, ‘come on.’

‘Ready?’ said Willlam through set lips. ‘Steady . . . Go!’

The New School of Greek Dancing was a few miles down the coast from where William and Ginger had originally set forth in the boat. The second afternoon open-air class was in
progress. Weedy males and aesthetic-looking females dressed in abbreviated tunics with sandals on their feet and fillets round their hair, mostly wearing horn-rimmed spectacles, ran and sprang and
leapt and gambolled and struck angular attitudes at the shrill command of the instructress and the somewhat unmusical efforts of the (very) amateur flute player.

‘Now run . . .
so
. . . hands extended . . .
so
. . . left leg up . . .
so
. . . head looking over shoulder . . .
so
. . . no, try not to overbalance . . . that
piece again . . . never mind the music . . . just do as I say . . .
so
. . .
Ow
. . .
OW!
’

‘
Go!
’

Two tornadoes rushed out from behind a tree and charged wildly into the crowd of aesthetic and bony revellers. With heads and arms and legs they fought and charged and kicked and pushed and bit.
They might have been a dozen instead of two. A crowd of thin, lightly clad females ran screaming indoors. One young man nimbly climbed a tree and another lay prone in a rose bush.

‘We’ve put ’em to flight,’ said William breathlessly, pausing for a moment from his labours.

‘Yes,’ said Ginger dispiritedly, ‘an’ what’ll we do
next
?’

‘Oh, jus’ keep ’em at bay an’ live on their food,’ said William vaguely, ‘an’ p’raps they’ll soon begin to worship us as gods.’

But William was unduly optimistic. The flute player had secured some rope from an outhouse and, accompanied by some other youths, he was already creeping up behind William. In a few
moments’ time William and Ginger found themselves bound to neighbouring trees. They struggled wildly. They looked a strange couple. The struggle had left them tieless and collarless. Their
hair stood on end. Their faces were stained with liquorice juice.

WILLIAM AND GINGER RUSHED OUT FROM BEHIND A TREE AND CHARGED WILDLY INTO THE CROWD OF AESTHETIC AND BONY REVELLERS.

‘They’ll eat us for supper,’ said William to Ginger. ‘Sure’s Fate they’ll eat us for supper. They’re prob’ly boilin’ the water to cook us in
now. Go on, try’n
bite
through your rope.’

‘I have tried,’ said Ginger wearily. ‘It’s nearly pulled my teeth out.’

‘I wish I’d told ’em to give Jumble to Henry,’ said William sadly. ‘They’ll prob’ly keep him to themselves or sell him.’

‘They’ll be
sorry
they took my trumpet off me when they hear I’m eaten by savages,’ said Ginger with a certain satisfaction.

The Greek dancers were drawing near by degrees from their hiding places.

‘Mad!
’ they were saying. ‘One of them
bit
me and he’s probably got hydrophobia. I’m going to call on my doctor.’ ‘He simply
charged
me in the stomach. I think it’s given me appendicitis.’ ‘
Kicked
my leg. I can
see
the bruise.’ ‘
Quite
spoilt the atmosphere.’

‘William,’ said Ginger faintly, ‘isn’t it funny they talk English? Wun’t you expect them to talk some savage language?’

‘I speck they’ve learnt it off folks they’ve eaten.’

From the open window of the house behind the trees came the loud tones of a lady who was evidently engaged in speaking through a telephone.

‘Yes,
wild
. . . absolutely
mad
. . .
must
have escaped from the asylum . . . no one escaped from the asylum? . . . then they must have been
going
to the asylum
and escaped on the
way
. . . well, if they aren’t
lunatics
they’re
criminals
. Please send a large
force
.’

It was when two stalwart and quite obviously English policemen appeared that William’s bewilderment finally took from him the power of speech.

‘Crumbs!’ was all he said.

He was quite silent all the way home. He coldly repulsed all the policemen’s friendly overtures.

Mrs Brown screamed when from the lounge window she saw her son and his friend approaching with their escort. It was Mr Brown who went boldly out to meet them, paid vast sums of hush money to the
police force and brought in his son by the scruff of his neck.

MR BROWN PAID VAST SUMS OF HUSH MONEY TO THE POLICE FORCE AND BROUGHT IN HIS SON BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK.

‘Well,’ said William almost tearfully, at the end of a long and painful course of home truths, ‘ ’f they’d reely
been
cannibals and eaten me you’d
p’raps have been
sorry
.’

Mr Brown, whose peace had been disturbed and reputation publicly laid low by William’s escort and appearance, looked at him.

‘You flatter yourself, my son,’ he said with bitterness.

‘What’ll we do today?’ said Ginger the next morning.

‘Let’s start with watchin’ the Punch and Judy,’ said William.

‘I’m not goin’ in no boats,’ said Ginger firmly.

‘All right,’ said William cheerfully, ‘but if we find another dead crab I’ve thought of a better way of cooking it.’