Kate Kingsbury: Wedding Rows

“All right,” she said, plopping onto a pile of hay. “Count me in.”

Sadie nodded. “Florrie?”

It was too dark to see Florrie’s expression, but Nellie could tell she was scared when she said, “Well, I’m not going to walk all the way home in the dark by myself. I suppose I’ll have to stay here with you.”

“Good for you!” Sadie sat down on the hay next to Nellie.

“How are we going to get them back to Sitting Marsh?” Florrie asked, as she joined the other two on the ground. “They’re not going to just walk quietly back with us.”

“I thought about that.” Sadie didn’t sound quite so confident, much to Nellie’s dismay. “I’m hoping that Polly will raise the alarm and bring the bobbies back here.”

Nellie leaned back against the wall. She had to be crazy to agree to this. There were too many things that could go wrong. They could end up worse off than they were before.

It was too late now, though. She couldn’t back out even if she wanted to, or the others would think she was a coward. No, she was the one that had got them all into this; she had to stick it out now. She only hoped that Sadie was right, and that Polly would bring help. She had a nasty feeling they were going to need it.

Sadie sat with her arms clasped around her knees, her brow furrowed in concentration. “We’ve got to come up with a plan of attack,” she said. “Just in case Polly doesn’t come back here with the bobbies.” She lifted her head as a thought struck her. “I’m so stupid. If Polly does bring the bobbies back with her, she’ll go to the windmill. I should be up there waiting.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Nellie demanded. “You’ll be at the windmill and we’ll be here on our own when those morons get back here.”

Sadie thought about it. “All right. Florrie will have to go to the windmill and wait there. You and I will have to tackle the boys.”

“Two against three?” Nellie laughed. “That’s not giving us much of a chance.”

“You said they were only schoolboys.”

“They were bloody big schoolboys.”

“Bigger than me,” Florrie agreed.

“I still say we can do it. After all, we will be surprising them. They think you’re up there on the ledge.”

“What if we let the air out of their tires?” Florrie suggested. “They wouldn’t get very far on their bicycles that way.”

“I say we ride their bicycles back to the village,” Nellie chimed in. “That’s what we should have done in the first place.”

“And lose the chance to grab them ourselves?” Sadie laughed. “Just think how they’re going to feel when they’re captured by women.”

“That’s if we can capture them.” Nellie got up and brushed the straw from her skirt. “I think-”

“Shhh!” Sadie held up her hand. “I hear a Jeep.”

“Oh, ’eck,” Florrie said, her voice quivering with fright. “They’re coming back.”

“Well, it looks as if we’ll have to do this by ourselves.” Sadie got up and brushed her hands together. “Okay, everyone hide. You go over there behind that old tractor, Florrie. You over there, Nellie.” She pointed to a pile of hay in the opposite corner. “When I yell ‘ Now! ’ everyone jump out at once.”

“And do what?” Florrie asked hoarsely.

“Go for their legs.” Sadie positioned herself behind a bale of hay next to the door and switched off the torch. “Get them on the floor and then sit on them.”

“What if we can’t see their legs?”

“Use your flipping noggin!” Sadie muttered fiercely, just as the noise of the Jeep’s engine cut out. She froze, praying the other two wouldn’t open their mouths now.

For a long, agonizing moment there was nothing but silence, both inside and outside the barn. Then, slowly, the doors slid open and three figures slipped inside.

“Now!” yelled Sadie. She charged out from behind the bale of hay and slammed into a large body.

“Oof!” said a male voice.

Sadie dropped to her knees and shoved her shoulder hard against her opponent’s knees. This time the voice yelled in pain, and went down with a satisfying thump.

Still unable to see clearly, Sadie dumped her backside onto a broad chest. The commotion going on nearby was deafening. Shrieks and screams rent the air, dust flew everywhere, and bodies fell in a tangled mess to the floor.

Then, suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the combatants. The body underneath Sadie didn’t move a muscle.

Florrie’s voice came out of the dark, high-pitched and shaking. “Sadie?”

Surprised that her opponent had given up so easily, Sadie said quickly, “You all right, Florrie?”

“Yes.” A long pause followed, then Florrie spoke again, in a weird voice Sadie hardly recognized. “But this isn’t a boy I’m sitting on.”

“Of course not, you blithering idiot,” another female voice snapped. “It’s me, isn’t it.”

Hardly able to believe her ears, Sadie turned her head in that direction. “Polly?”

“Yes!” Polly’s voice sounded strangled. “Florrie, get off my chest before you suffocate me.”

Florrie squealed apologies, amid a lot of scuffling sounds.

“Then who am I sitting on?” Nellie demanded.

To Sadie’s horror, she heard Lady Elizabeth’s hoarse voice answer, “I’m rather afraid it’s me.”

“Oh, blimey,” Nellie muttered.

Sadie briefly closed her eyes. It hadn’t been a Jeep at all she’d heard. It must have been her ladyship’s motorcycle.

More scuffling followed, with Nellie mumbling over and over, “I’m so terribly sorry, your ladyship. Really I am.”

By now Sadie had a really nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shifted her weight and closed her eyes when she heard a groan. “Oh, Gawd,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me.”

“That’s George,” Polly said, confirming Sadie’s worst fears.

Scrambling to her feet, Sadie tried to make the best of it. Flicking on her torch, she said cheerfully, “Well, if you had been the boys, we’d have done a really good job of bringing them down.”

“Boys?” Lady Elizabeth sounded bewildered. “What boys?”

“The boys what captured me and Florrie.” Quickly Nellie explained.

With heavy grunting, soft cursing, and general thumping, George climbed to his feet. Seconds later, a second bright beam from a torch in his hand swept around the barn.

“Sorry, guv’nor,” Sadie said cheerfully. “We thought you was the boys coming back. We were going to capture them and march them back to the village.”

“Always supposing they survived your attack,” George said dryly. “What do I have to do to get through your heads that it’s dangerous to take police matters in your own hands? You all could have been really hurt tackling three thugs like that.”

“Well, George,” Lady Elizabeth said, “we have to commend them for trying.” She looked a little like a scarecrow with straw sticking out of her hair and clinging to her cardigan. “The thing is, what do we do now?”

“Well, I reckon we wait until they come back.” George’s voice was doubtful. “If they come back, that is.”

“They’ll come back for their bicycles,” Nellie said. “They’re over there by the wall.”

George grunted. “Let’s hope they bring the Jeep back with them, that’s all.”

“Wonder what they were up to on the base,” Polly said.

“I reckon we’re going to find out in a minute.” Sadie tilted her head to one side to listen. “Isn’t that a Jeep I hear out there?”

“You thought you heard a Jeep just now,” Nellie reminded her.

“That was my motorcycle,” said Lady Elizabeth. “It does sound awfully like a Jeep at times.”