Jess saw the man turn back into the bare patch to talk to Biddy. As he could still see them, Buster and his gang were helpless. The other four were able to hurry out into the very middle of the field beyond the river, where the wind took them and flapped them about.
There Vernonâs nose suddenly burst out bleeding. They had to stop and sit on the grass, while Vernon lay on his back soaking all their handkerchiefs in blood, and sprinkling more blood over a nearby clump of cowslips. They were all glad to sit down. Jessâs knees were shaking. Frank was bruised all over, and Martinâs lip was cut. Frank and Martin tried to explain why they had been unable to get into the hut.
âBut it wasnât electrified,â Martin kept saying. âThere were no wires.â
âShould have thought of it,â said Vernon through Jessâs handkerchief. âSeeing sheâs a witch. Did you see that paint can miss her? And it was dead for her. I got good aim.â
âAnd miss Buster,â said Jess, âat point-blank range, too. They must have come creeping up awfully quietly. Iâd no idea they were even near.â
Frank looked at Martin, because he had an idea there was more to it than that. Martin shrugged his shoulders, as if he gave it up. âBut did you hear us?â Frank asked. âWe both crashed against the hut like elephants.â
âNo,â said Jess. âNot a thing. I couldnât think what you were doing.â After that, they all sat very quietly, gloomily pulling up grass, shivering a little in the strong wind, until Jess looked up and said, âBut what shall we do about Silas? This has been an awful failure, and I canât bear to think of his poor face all tight and shiny like that!â
âHurts him, too,â said Vernon, from under Frankâs handkerchief. âWhat was she on about tailors for? Would that do any good to understand?â
âHavenât the foggiest,â said Martin. âExcept I know the saying. Elizabeth the First once made a joke about it. Itâs âNine tailors make a man.â I get ragged about it at schoolâthatâs how I know, actually.â He gave Frank a look which was half ashamed, half daring him to joke about it.
Frank did not feel like joking. âBut, if thatâs right, then she meant Buster gave her nine men to do the tooth! He canât have done!â
âHow many in the gang?â Jess said, struck by an awful thought.
âNever counted,â said Vernon, reaching for Martinâs handkerchief.
âMore than nine,â said Frank. âThere always seems hundreds.â
Jess was running over people who had been by the hut. She did not know all the names. She had to do it by saying to herself, âBuster, Stafford, Squeaky Voice, Little Eyes, the one with torn trousers, the little glarey one, the one who imitates Buster, the one with black hair, the very fair oneâDo you know, Frank, I think there were nine this morning.â
âAccident,â said Frank uncomfortably. âNot even Buster would do that.â
âIf he did,â said Vernon, sitting up cautiously, with all the handkerchiefs held ready, âthen we canât equal it. Thereâs only four of us, and Iâm not using Silas again.â
âKate Matthews might,â said Jess. âAs a special favor.â
âStill only five,â Martin said. âAnd Kate wouldnât. Sheâs the silliest girl Iâve ever met, and I know sheâd be scared.â
Jess was about to defend Kate when Frank said, âSo am I scared. We all should be. Havenât you heard what happens to people who sell themselves to evil?â
Jess nodded. âThey flourish for a while, but on their deathbeds, evil comes knocking for them and carries them away despite their shrieks. Oh, Frank! Not even Buster would be so stupid!â
âWhy not?â asked Martin. âWe
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