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"Every bit of it is ours, of course it is. You must have seen the board; we ain't going to allow any trespa.s.sers here."
"You'll have to be prothecuted!" cried b.u.mps breathlessly.
"Yes, Jill said she'd prosecute," said Jack, looking first at the stranger and then at his sister, as if measuring in his mind's eye their respective sizes.
"What is to be done with me?" asked the stranger with an amused look.
Jack and Jill put their heads together, and consulted in hurried whispers as to the best course to take.
Then Jill spoke very emphatically.
"We shall have to prosecute you, because you didn't care for our board. You saw it and you were going to move our stones. Jack and I think if you will walk between us and promise not to escape, we will go down to the policeman at our gate. Mona is having a grand party and he's here now, for we saw him. He'll tell us what to do."
"I think," said the trespa.s.ser, trying to look grave, "that you might fine me. Magistrates do that to some trespa.s.sers."
Jill did not understand this, but she was too proud to confess it.
"No, you must come to the policeman," she said. So presently skirting the tennis lawn the little procession pa.s.sed. Jack and Jill marched on either side of him, b.u.mps walked behind.
"I can catch hold of his coat if he runs away," she said.
It was unfortunate for the children's plan that Mona should intercept them.
She moved from a shady tree on the lawn, and accompanied by two gentlemen confronted them.
A slight flush rose to her cheek when she saw the prisoner, and her voice faltered slightly.
"Mr. Arnold? I have not seen you for so many years that I hardly recognised you at first. You must be staying with Lady Crane; though she mentioned your name to me I never connected it with _you_. I am very glad to see you."
Her tone was more nervous than cordial. She introduced the other gentlemen with her to him. "Sir Henry Talbot. Captain Willoughby."
Then she added lightly--
"I might have known I would find you in the children's company. I remember how fond you were of all small people."
"He's our prisoner," said Jack importantly, "and we're taking him to the policeman."
"A trethpather," put in b.u.mps excitedly.
"Yes, we're going to prosecute him," said Jill gravely.
Mona laughed, but Mr. Arnold looked grave enough as he said:
"Yes, I plead guilty, but I appeal to the present company that I should be let off a term of imprisonment by paying a fine."
"What does he mean?" asked Jill confidentially, addressing Captain Willoughby, who was always the children's friend.
"He means he'll pay down some money if you make him. What has he been doing?"
"He has been trespa.s.sing in our most private place. There's a board up, so there was no excuse."
"I think if he pays us some money we'll let him off," said Jack.
Mr. Arnold held out five s.h.i.+llings.
"It's a first offence," he said. "I'll never do it again."
"What shall we do with it?" asked Jill, taking the money and fingering it dubiously.
Mona had walked on with Sir Henry Talbot.
"Why," said Jack "we'll put it in our bag."
Jill's whole face brightened.
"Thank you," she said. "We'll forgive you then."
"You mercenary little wretches," said Captain Willoughby. "Is this a new game by which you fleece every stranger?"
"The money isn't for us!" said Jill indignantly. "It's for a kind of church."
Mr. Arnold looked at her, and gave one of his rare smiles again.
"I must hear about it," he said. "I should like to know where my fine will go."
He certainly knew how to gain children's confidences. Before very long on a garden seat Jill was telling him about it all, even about their cherished "Bethel."
She was rapidly making the trespa.s.ser into a friend.
"I am most interested," he said; "I am going back to a big manufacturing town soon, and I think I must try and get some of my boys and girls to put aside a tenth."
"Have you any little boys and girls of your own?" asked Jill.
"I am not a father," Mr. Arnold replied, "but I have all sorts and kinds of boys and girls who I consider belong to me. Little crossing-sweepers, and errand-boys, and miners, and school-boys, and factory-girls. And I have a few like you who enjoy plenty from their Heavenly Father."
"Did you know Mona long ago?" asked Jill.
"I knew her," said Mr. Arnold slowly, as his gaze travelled to a white-gowned figure in the distance, "when she was about as big as you, and we used to spend all our holidays together till we grew up. You ask your sister to tell you of our prank in the church tower with old Solomon Disher!"
"Oh, do tell me."
He shook his head. He saw Mona coming towards them again and he rose to meet her.
A few words that then pa.s.sed between them puzzled Jill.
"Well, Mr. Arnold, tell me your news. I suppose you have never changed your opinion since we last met."
"No, I never have."
His eyes and mouth were stern as he spoke.