23 the guardians of the treasure
the children stood absolutely still, holding their breath. who was there, in that little room at thetop of the steps? the voice came again, repeating the words that the children could not understand.
then to the top of the little flight of steps came a brown hen! it stood there, its head on one side,peering down at the children. ‘cluck!’ it said, in a friendly kind of voice. ‘cluck-luck!’
‘cluck!’ said kiki at once.
lucy-ann clutched dinah. ‘was it the hen talking before?’ she whispered in amazement.
it wasn’t, of course. the quavering voice came again, and to the children’s surprise it soundedreally frightened.
nobody came to where jack stood almost at the top of the steps. the boy screwed up hiscourage and marched into the little room.
at the other end of it, under a small archway or rock, stood an old, old man. behind him was awoman, just as old, but more bent. they stared at jack in amazement, and then, turning to oneanother, they poured out a stream of hurried words that the children could not understand at all.
lucy-ann wondered what jack was doing up in the little room. somebody ought to be withhim. she went up the steps and joined jack. the two old people stared at the red-haired freckledchild, so like jack.
then the old woman made a crooning noise, pushed past her husband and went over to lucy-ann. she put her arms round her and kissed her. then she patted her hair. lucy-ann was surprisedand not very pleased. who was this funny old woman who suddenly seemed so affectionate?
she called to the others. ‘dinah! philip! come along up! it’s two old people here with theirhen!’
soon all four children were in the little underground room. as soon as the old man heard themtalking, he joined in eagerly, speaking english in a strange, clipped way.
‘ah, ah! you are english children! that is goot, very goot. once, long time ago, i was in yourso beautiful country. i was in a big london hotel.’
‘thank goodness he speaks english,’ said philip. ‘i say – what are they doing here, with thetreasure? are they in league with the other men?’
‘have to find out,’ said jack. ‘they seem quite harm- less, anyhow. but there may be others.’
he turned to the old man. the old woman was still making a fuss of lucy-ann. evidently theyhad not set eyes on children for a long time.
‘who else is here besides you?’ demanded jack.
‘just me and elsa, my old wife, and our hen martha,’ answered the old man. ‘we guard allthose things in the caves, till the day when they go back to their right homes. may that day comesoon!’
‘i don’t believe the poor old things know that the war was over long ago,’ said jack to theothers, in a low voice. ‘i wonder who left them here to guard these things.’ he turned to the oldman again. ‘who told you to guard these things?’ he asked.
‘julius muller,’ said the old man promptly. ‘ah, what a great man! how he worked against theenemy, even when they were shooting and bombing and burning in our valley! it was he whodiscovered that the enemy was using our mountain caves to hide away these treasures – treasuresstolen from our churches and many other places.’
‘just what we thought,’ said philip, intensely interested. ‘go on – tell us more.’
‘then the people fled from our valley,’ said the old man. ‘many were killed. the valley wasempty, all save me and elsa, my old wife. we hid with our hens and our pig, and no one found us.
then one day julius muller found us and ordered us to come here, by a way he knew, and guardthe treasure – not for the enemy, no – but for him and the people! he said that one day the enemywould be defeated and would flee away – and then he and the others would come back to find thetreasure – but he has not come.’
‘he can’t,’ said jack. ‘the pass is blocked. no one can get in or out of this valley now – exceptby aeroplane. the war has been over a long time. but bad people are after the treasure – peoplewho have heard it is hidden here, and have come to steal it.’
the old fellow looked scared and bewildered, as if he only half understood what jack wastelling him. the children thought that he must have lived so long underground that his mind couldnot take in much news from the outer world. to him, his wife, the treasure, and perhaps his hen,were the only things that mattered.
‘do you live here, in this room?’ asked lucy-ann. ‘where do you get your food from? doesyour hen like living underground?’
‘there are great stores of food here,’ said the old man. ‘there is even corn for martha, the hen.
when we first came here, we had six hens and our pig. but the pig died. and one by one the hensdied. only martha is left. she does not lay many eggs now. perhaps one in fourteen days.’
‘cluck,’ said martha in a proud voice. she was evidently proud of her one egg a fortnight.
kiki repeated the cluck and then went off into a series of quacks. the hen looked surprised andalarmed. so did the two old people.
‘shut up, kiki,’ said jack. ‘you’re showing off.’
‘what is that bird?’ asked the old man. ‘is it a – how do you call it? – a parrot?’
‘yes,’ said jack. ‘she’s mine. always goes with me everywhere. but i say – don’t you want toknow how we came here?’
‘ah, yes, of course!’ said the old man. ‘it is all so surprising, you understand – and my wits aredull now – i cannot take in many things at once. you must tell me about yourselves, please. wife,what about some food for these children?’
elsa did not understand and the old man repeated what he said in her own language. she noddedand smiled a kind toothless smile. taking lucy-ann by the hand, she went over to where tins andjars stood on a rocky ledge.
‘she’s very keen on lucy-ann,’ said philip. ‘she can’t fuss over her enough.’
the old man heard and understood. ‘we had a little granddaughter,’ he said. ‘so like this littlegirl, with red hair and a sweet face. she lived with us. and one day the enemy came and took heraway and we never saw her again. so now my wife sees her little lost one in your sister. you mustexcuse her, for maybe she really thinks her small greta has come back.’
‘poor old things!’ said dinah. ‘what an awful life they must have led – lost under thismountain, guarding a treasure for julius muller, waiting for him for ages, not knowing what hadhappened outside in the world! if we hadn’t come, they might never have come out again!’
to the children’s delight, elsa got them a really fine meal. she would not let poor lucy-annleave her side, though, so the little girl had to trot everywhere with her. jack told the old man alittle of their own story, though it was plain that the old fellow did not really follow it all. his witswere dull, as he said, and he could not really understand all this sudden news from a world he hadalmost forgotten.
kiki enjoyed herself enormously. martha, the hen, was obviously used to keeping the oldcouple company and pecked about under the table, brushing against everyone’s legs. kiki climbeddown to join her, and kept up an interested, if one-sided conversation with her.
‘how many times have i told you to wipe your feet?’ she asked martha. ‘blow your nose. putthe kettle on.’
‘cluck,’ answered martha politely.
‘humpy dumpy,’ went on kiki, evidently anxious to teach martha a few nursery rhymes now.
‘see how they run! quack, quack, quack, quack!’
the hen looked surprised, ruffled up her feathers and stared at kiki. ‘cluck, luck, luck,’ shesaid, and pecked up a few crumbs.
lucy-ann and the others giggled at this conversation. then lizzie also thought she would jointhe company, as there was plenty of food going. she ran down philip’s sleeve and appeared on thetable, much to the old woman’s alarm.
‘meet dizzy lizzie,’ said philip politely.
‘i say – they must think we’re queer visitors!’ said dinah, keeping a watchful eye on lizzie incase she came any nearer. ‘walking in like this – with a parrot and a lizard – and staying todinner!’
‘i don’t think they are bothering much,’ said philip. ‘just enjoying the change. it must be nice tohave company after being alone so long.’
when they had finished the meal, the old woman spoke to her husband. he turned to thechildren.
‘my wife says, are you tired? would you like a rest? we have a beautiful place to rest in, whenwe want to enjoy the sun.’
this surprised the children very much. the sun! how did these old people ever see the sun –unless they went through all the cave and passages to the hole that gave on to the mountainside?
‘where do you go to rest then?’ asked jack.
‘come,’ said the old man, and led him out of the little cell-like room. elsa took lucy-ann bythe hand. they all followed the old man. he went along a broad passage, hollowed out of the rock.
‘i should think most of these tunnels were hollowed out by underground rivers at some time orother,’ said jack. ‘then they took a different course, and the tunnels dried up, and became thesepassages, linking all the caves together.’
the passage twisted a little and then quite suddenly came into daylight. the children foundthemselves on a flat ledge of rock, hung about by ferns and other plants, full in the sun. howsimply delicious!
‘another way into the treasure caves,’ said dinah. but she was wrong. nobody could possiblyenter the caves by way of the ledge. the ledge of rock jutted over a great precipice that fell sheerdown many hundreds of feet. no one, not even a goat, could climb up or down to it. it was, as theold man said, a fine, sunny resting place – but that was all.
martha pecked about on the ledge of rock, though what she could find there the childrencouldn’t imagine. kiki sat near by and watched her. she had formed a firm friendship withmartha. the children rather liked martha themselves. she was such a nice, plump little thing,friendly and natural, and as much of a pet to the old couple as kiki was to them.
they all lay down in the sun. it was delicious to feel its warm rays after being so longunderground. as they lay there they heard something rumbling in the distance.
‘the waterfall,’ said lucy-ann. ‘fancy – we must be fairly near it, if we can hear it!’
they lay there sleepily. the old fellow sat on a rock near by, smoking a pipe. he seemed verycontented. elsa had disappeared.
‘isn’t it strange to think we’ve found the treasure – and can’t do anything about it at all!’ saiddinah. ‘we’re stuck here. no way of getting word to anyone. and never will have, as far as i cansee, till the pass into the valley is unblocked – and that may not be for ages!’
‘oh dear – don’t say such gloomy things,’ begged lucy-ann. anyway, the men are gone.
that’s one good thing. i felt awfully afraid when they were in the valley too. thank goodnessthey’ve gone!’
she spoke too soon. there came a familiar throbbing noise – and the children sat up at once.
‘the plane’s back! blow! those men will be about again now – and maybe they’ve even got thereal truth out of otto – where the treasure really is!’ said jack. ‘we shall have to be jolly carefulnow.’
