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<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> <h3>HIGH DUDGEON AND LOW DUDGEON</h3> The pirate captain and his men rose from the ground, and Captain Lingo, in his politest manner, requested his captives to follow him. The entire party moved down the slope into the valley, and after a walk of some quarter of a mile entered a grove of trees. In this grove were tethered ten handsome mules, of which seven were saddled and three were laden with packs. One of the pack-mules was quickly unladen, a fire was built, and in ten minutes the hungry guests and their hosts were making a very good breakfast of bacon, fried by Mr. Leatherbread, as the captain called him, one of the pirates to whom the business of the frying-pan was left by general consent. When the bacon had been washed down with clear cold water from a spring near by, and the mule had been packed again, Freddie and Aunt Amanda were assisted into the saddles of the two smallest mules, and the captain mounted into the saddle of the largest. "Now look here, Captain Lingo," said Aunt Amanda, "I want to know where we are going and all about it. The idea of me sitting here a-straddle of a mule! And this bonnet simply ruined, and my dress just about fit to go to the rag-bone man, and my hair—Look here, Captain Lingo, I ain't going a step on this mule until you tell me what—" "Pardon me, my dear lady," said the captain, "but I must ask you to put up with my little whims a short while longer. I beg the pleasure of your society[Pg 140] upon a little journey; nothing more. I assure you the country is very interesting. May I not promise myself the bliss of your approval?" He turned to the six pirates with a scowl. "Mount the rest of them, scoundrels!" Four of the captives were mounted by the pirates on the remaining mules, and the procession moved out of the grove into the open valley. Freddie had never ridden a mule before, and he was delighted. When they entered, as they soon did, the great forest which they had seen from the plateau, Freddie was more than ever delighted. After the blazing sun of the open country, the shade of the forest was delicious. The trees were huge, and while the trunks were far apart, their branches made a leafy roof overhead which was almost unbroken. Flowering plants grew everywhere; vines climbed the trees; little streams murmured here and there; and the only sound which disturbed the repose of the forest was the occasional screech of a parrot and the occasional chatter of monkeys. The first time Freddie heard the sudden scream of a parrot in the stillness he was thoroughly alarmed, but when he learned what it was, and saw the flash of the bird's plumage between the trees, he forgot all about his danger, and for the rest of the day he gave himself up to the pleasure of watching for parrots and monkeys among the branches. The Sly Old Codger turned in his saddle and said to Toby, who was riding behind, with Mr. Punch walking between: "A work of nature, my dear friend, a real work of nature. So beautiful! Parrots and monkeys flitting about overhead, the primeval forest stretching its bosky arms above us in all directions—so bosky! What one might call a real work of nature; so very, very bosky." "Right you are," said Toby. "It puts our Druid[Pg 141] Hill Park in the shade, that's a fact; makes it take a back seat and play second fiddle, as sure as you're born." "Hi beg your pardon," said Mr. Punch. "'Ow can a park sit down and play a fiddle?" All day long they moved onward, single file, further and further into the depths of the forest. At noon they halted for a luncheon of fried bacon, prepared by Mr. Leatherbread. The afternoon wore on, and the forest became gloomier and gloomier about them as they marched; the silence grew almost terrifying; and all the pleasure which Freddie had felt in the morning vanished. Night fell, and the procession entered a little clearing, and there the pirates made camp for the night. After a supper of fried bacon, prepared by Mr. Leatherbread, the whole party retired to rest, each on a mattress of green branches and leaves, covered with blankets. The night was mild, and when the last blanket had been made ready the moon rose and tinged the tops of the trees with silver; and while Freddie was watching the moon as it climbed higher, he fell asleep. Aunt Amanda did not go to sleep so soon. Ketch the Practitioner had devoted himself very specially to her in preparing her resting-place. While he was spreading the branches and blankets for her, she said to him: "Ketch, where are we going?" "Not so loud, ma'am," said he. "We are going to High Dudgeon." "High Dudgeon! What's that?" "S-sh! When we're disappointed, or disgusted, or vexed, we always go to our home in High Dudgeon." "Is that where you live?" "Part of the time, ma'am. Mostly we are away at sea or on the Island; but when anything goes wrong,[Pg 142] and we're angry about it, we always go home and stay there, in High Dudgeon. Yes, ma'am." "And what are they going to do with us when they get us there?" "S-sh! You'll be in great danger there. If you can find any way to escape from there, I advise you—S-sh! Not another word. Captain Lingo is looking this way. I must go." Aunt Amanda did not sleep very well that night. In the morning, after a breakfast of fried bacon, prepared by Mr. Leatherbread, the company resumed its march. At noon, a halt was made beside a spring for rest and food, and here Mr. Leatherbread prepared a luncheon of fried bacon. In the evening, as the travellers were plodding onward, Ketch walked for a time at the head of Aunt Amanda's mule. Aunt Amanda leaned forward and said to him: "Ketch, are we going to have more bacon tonight?" "No, ma'am," said he, in a low voice. "We'll have supper in High Dudgeon. My old mother's the cook there. You heard me mention her yesterday morning. I've an idea there'll be pigeon pies for supper. And mark what I'm saying to you, ma'am." His voice sank to a whisper. "If you get a pigeon pie for supper, look careful to see what's inside of it before you eat it." "Mercy on us!" said Aunt Amanda. "Are they going to poison us?" But Ketch slipped away in the gathering darkness, and said no more. They had gone but a few hundred yards further, when, at the moment when the darkness of night was making ready to blot out everything, they suddenly emerged into a round grassy clearing enclosed by the forest, where the light was better, and over which a[Pg 143] star or two could be seen glimmering in a pale blue sky. In the midst of this clearing rose a tower. It was a round tower, built of stone; its top came scarcely to the top of the surrounding trees, and it was in fact not more than two stories high; it appeared, with its wide girth, low and squat. Its sides were pierced here and there with deep and narrow slits, for windows, and on one side was a heavy oaken door, with great iron hinges and an iron lock. Through two or three of the upper slits in the wall glimmered a light from within. It was otherwise dark and forbidding. Aunt Amanda found Ketch at her mule's head again. She leaned forward and said to him: "Is that High Dudgeon?" "No, ma'am. That's Low Dudgeon." "Low Dudgeon? What do you mean by Low Dudgeon?" Ketch looked at the tower and shuddered. "I don't like to talk about it, ma'am. I don't like the place. It's the place where we used to live long ago, before we built High Dudgeon. There's none of us wants to live there now. We haven't lived there since—" Ketch paused, and shuddered again, and evidently decided not to go on. "There's a light up there," said Aunt Amanda. "Does anybody live there?" "No, ma'am," said Ketch. "Nobody lives there." "But there's a light," said Aunt Amanda. "Surely there must be somebody there." "There is, ma'am; there is; thirteen of 'em." "Thirteen what?" But Ketch only shuddered again, and would say no more. Aunt Amanda noticed that instead of going straight onward past the door of Low Dudgeon, the pirates led the file in a wide course away from it, along the[Pg 144] edge of the clearing, as if to avoid coming near to it; and when the procession had thus skirted the clearing and entered the forest again on the other side, leaving the low tower behind, a sigh, as if of relief, went up from Ketch and all the other pirates; except, however, from Captain Lingo himself, who appeared to be wholly indifferent. "How much further?" said Aunt Amanda to Ketch. "About a mile, ma'am," said he. The last mile of their journey was a long mile, and it was traversed in perfect darkness. The moon had not yet risen. Not a word was spoken, and there was no sound except the pad of the mules' feet and the breaking of twigs and branches as the travellers pushed their way through. The prisoners were in a state of greater nervousness and anxiety than before, and as they neared the place where their lives were to be disposed of in one way or another, their sense of uncertainty became almost unbearable. When it seemed that they must be close to the fateful place, the procession suddenly halted, and at the same instant the screech of a parrot startled the silence and made each of the prisoners jump. "It's only the captain," said Ketch. "It's a signal." Immediately, as if in response, there came from a distance in advance the note of a cuckoo, three times repeated. The procession moved forward. A moment or two later, the whole company came forth from the forest under the stars, and stood on the edge of a wide round clearing, grown high with grass and weeds. In the midst of this clearing rose a tower. "High Dudgeon," said Ketch over his shoulder. This also was a round tower, built of stone; but it was very tall, much taller than the highest trees, and from the top there must have been a view of all the surrounding country, even as far as the hill within which was the treasure cave; from the number of deep[Pg 145] and narrow slits which served as windows it must have been six or seven stories high. The top of the tower was flat, with battlements around the rim. As a fortress, it seemed to be impregnable; as a dwelling-house, it was very dismal indeed. It was totally dark. The captives trembled at the thought of being imprisoned in such a place. The wayfarers proceeded in their single file directly to the great iron-bound oaken door of the tower, and those who were mounted got down. Ketch assisted Aunt Amanda and Freddie to alight, and having done so he took charge of the mules and led them away. Captain Lingo took from his breeches pocket a small key and unlocked the door. "Be so kind as to enter," he said, and made way for the captives and his men. When all were within, including Ketch, who had now returned, the captain locked the door on the inside and restored the key to his pocket. <hr class="major" /> [Pg 146] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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