Witches Cove

  CHAPTER XVI THE OLD FORT

  Coming events do not always cast their shadows before them; or, if theydo, those shadows are so filmy and ghostlike that only one endowed withthe keenest of vision is able to see them. Never was there a fresher,calmer sea than that which greeted the three girls, Betty, Pearl andRuth, when they pushed off in Ruth's punt that morning bound for FortSkammel. A perfect morning, not a shadowy suggestion of adventure. Andyet----

  An hour after they left the sandy beach of the island, Ruth's unnervedfingers dropped a lighted electric torch on the floor at the heart of theancient fort. It fell with a dull thud, and blinked out.

  "Hot," Ruth whispered. "The air down there is hot!"

  "I told you," Betty whispered back. She was working feverishly,struggling to free a second flashlight from the tangled mesh of herknitted sweater pocket.

  Sensing what she was about, Ruth whispered:

  "Get--get it?"

  "Not yet." The younger girl's words came in short gasps.

  Little wonder that they were startled. Having penetrated into the veryheart of the old fort, having made their way through a one-time secretpassage to a dungeon, they had come at last to the door in the floor. Andthe door stood wide open. Against their cheeks, grown cold from constantcontact with clammy air, had blown a breath that seemed hot like theblast of a furnace.

  They had come to a sudden halt, and there they stood.

  Even in the broad light of day there is something gloomy, foreboding andmysterious about old Fort Skammel. Children who have ventured across thebay to the all but deserted island, where this ancient abandoned fortstands, will tell you of curious tales of adventures met with there, howthe red eyes of rats as big as cats gleamed at them in the dark, how theyhave discovered secret passageways that led on and on until in frightthey turned and went racing back into the bright light of day, and how attimes ghostlike voices sounded down the echoing aisles.

  In a little cove where the sand was snow white the three girls had drawntheir punt high on the beach. Pearl had volunteered to stand guardoutside. The other two had begun wending their way over a path that windsbetween tall grass and bushes to the fort.

  Finding themselves at last before a great open stone archway that leddirectly into the chill damp of the fort, they had paused to listen andto think. The next moment, with a little quickening at her heart, Ruthhad led the way into the semi-darkness of a stone corridor, and fromthere on and on into the deepening darkness. Now, here they were. Ruthhad longed to look into that mysterious room. The opening to it was nowat her feet, yet she felt more inclined to run away than to linger.

  "Can't you get it?" she whispered again, as no light appeared.

  "It's caught in my pocket. No, now I have it."

  The next instant a yellow light brought out once more the damp anddripping walls of stone with the mysterious opening in the floor at theirfeet.

  "It was hot." Ruth's tone was full of awe. "I felt it. I felt hot air onmy cheek!"

  "So did I."

  Putting out two fingers, Ruth felt the fanning of hot air. "Warm," shesaid, "not hot. Just seemed that way. But how could it be?"

  "Can't be a stove?"

  "No. Tons of granite above." Her eyes sought the low stone arch overtheir heads.

  "Going to see," said Ruth stoutly, dropping on her knees.

  With a gasp Betty put out a hand to stop her. She was too late. Ruth hadcaught the ledge and swung down. Betty could but follow. The next instantthey were looking upon a strange scene. This room, warmed by somemysterious power, as Betty had said, was piled high with bales and boxesof every description.

  One of the boxes had slid from its place and burst open, revealing a halfdozen silk dresses of bright and varied hues.

  At once Ruth's heart was in her throat. Here was treasure. Where was itskeeper?

  A rapid survey of the room revealed the surprising fact that there was nokeeper, or at least, if there was one, he was away.

  The thing that the two girls did after recovering from their astonishmentmight, by some cold and practical people, seem the height of folly.Certainly, under the circumstances, it could not be called wise. But whoof us all behave wisely at all times?

  Placing the flashlight carefully in the niche in the wall, Ruth picked upthe top dress of the half dozen in the broken cardboard box.

  It was a beautiful thing of purple, so thin and soft that it waved like arippling sea.

  "How strange!" she murmured. "Just my size."

  Before she knew what she was about, her khaki waist and knickers were offand the beautiful dress was on.

  Not a moment had passed before Betty, too, was dressed in silk, amarvelous creation of flaming red.

  And then, faint and from far away, there echoed down the long-abandonedcorridors the sound of footsteps.

  "This way!" Seizing the flashlight, with no thought of how she wasgarbed, Ruth leaped up and out, then on tiptoe went racing down the aislethat led away from the chamber of mysteries, and on and on into the dark.

  Madly the feet of the two girls flew down a winding corridor, wildlytheir hearts beat, as they fled from resounding footsteps.

  Now the round circle of yellow light from their electric torch guidedthem. And now, as Ruth suddenly realized that the light would revealtheir whereabouts, the light blinked out, and, dropping to a walk, thento a slow creep, guided only by the sense of touch, they moved alongbetween the dripping walls.

  "Could anything be worse?" said Betty.

  "Nothing," Ruth came back.

  She was thinking, thinking hard. Tales had been told of ancient wells dugthere years ago to enable the garrison to withstand a siege. That thewells now stood uncovered down there somewhere in the depths of theearth, she knew all too well.

  "If we blunder into one of those!" Her heart stopped beating.

  "The dresses!" Betty whispered suddenly. "Our khakis! We left them. Wemust go back for them. They will have us arrested."

  "We can't. They won't," said Ruth, still pushing ahead in the dark.

  "Ought to turn on the light," she told herself. "Must! It's not safe."

  Pausing to listen, she caught the shuffling scamper of rats, the snap ofbats. But louder still came the tramp--tramp of heavy feet.

  In her fear and despair, she sprang forward, to go crashing against asolid wall.

  Knocked half senseless, she sank to her knees. There for a moment sheremained motionless. For a moment only, then she was on her feet andaway. Her eyes had caught a faint glimmer of light. Far down the narrowpassage to the left shone the steady light of day.

  "Light!" she whispered solemnly. "Light and hope."

  One moment of mad racing and they were blinking in the sunlight.

  The race was not over. Out of the passage, down a set of ancient stonesteps, into the grass and bushes, skirts tight and high, they flew untilthey came up short and panting at the beach.

  There in the calm morning were Pearl and the punt.

  "You're here!" Ruth puffed. "Thank God, you're here!"

  Next moment she stood knee deep in water, launching the punt. Then with alittle gasp of hope, she swung the punt about and began rowing as if forher very life.