eating out of his handâor rather, Luke was eating out of hers. But he could see she had given Luke a scare or he would not be looking so upset. âWas she furious?â he asked anxiously, as he and Luke went downstairs.
âNo, not really,â said Luke. âItâsâlook, David, can you help me get out of the house? And if you want to summon me, can you do it well away from here until heâs gone?â
âYes,â said David, mystified. âBut whatâs happened?â
Luke took hold of his wrist and pulled him cautiously over to the landing window. He pointed, but, David saw, he kept well away to the side of the window himself. David looked out, expectingâwell, he hardly knew what he expected, except that it was something alarming. All he saw was the broad back of Cousin Ronaldâs new gardener, who was slowly weeding a flowerbed.
âSee him?â
âThe gardener?â said David. He turned back to Luke, wondering what was so alarming about a fat old gardener, and meaning to make a joke about it. Lukeâs face was narrow and hunted-looking and his eyes had gone very wide and golden. David saw he really was frightened. âWho is he?â he asked.
âChew,â said Luke. âI canât think howâbut I couldnât get out of the window with him there. Iâll have to get out by the front door, if you could keep him talking while I do. Heâs very stupid. If you just chatter, he wonât suspect a thing.â
âAll right,â said David, though it seemed a mystery that Luke should be afraid of someone so fat and stupid.
They came downstairs and met Astrid in the hall.
âHallo, Luke!â Astrid said. âNice to see you again. That fireâs in the paper this morning. Did you see?â
Luke turned to Astrid with his most charming smile, but he gave David a nudge as he turned, to tell him to get out and distract that gardener. David went through the dining room, toward the French window. Halfway to it, he stopped short and nearly went back again. He heard Aunt Dot say, in her haughtiest voice:
âJust who is this person, Astrid?â
âErâthis is Luke,â Astrid said, sounding rather guilty about it.
David thought that if Luke could charm both Astrid and Mrs. Thirsk, he could probably handle even Aunt Dot. He sped on toward the French window and collided with Cousin Ronald coming in.
âLook where youâre going, boy!â snapped Cousin Ronald.
âSorry,â said David. âCousin Ronald, whatâs the new gardenerâs name?â
âMr. Chew,â said Cousin Ronald. âMust be Chinese or something. Donât you go interrupting him.â
David ignored that instruction. He scudded in long strides up the lawn and came to a rather sudden halt beside Mr. Chewâs great right shoulder. Mr. Chew was not fat. He was wide because he was built on the lines of a gorilla, and the width was pure muscle. David no longer wondered why Luke was frightened when he saw Mr. Chewâs massive right arm, swathed in muscles and spread with rough black hairs, moving out toward a weed. Mr. Chewâs big horny hand hovered and then made a vicious jabbing plunge. The weed came up between fingers that looked capable of tearing up a tree. Mr. Chewâor did you spell it Chou?, David wonderedâgrunted, tossed the weed on a heap of others, and moved on to another.
âGood morning, Mr. Chew,â David said nervously. Mr. Chew made no reply except another apeman grunt, which may have been directed at the weeds, not at David. âFine weather for the Test, isnât it?â said David. He got another grunt. âAre you interested in cricket, Mr. Chew?â he asked, rather desperate by now.
Mr. Chew actually spoke. He said âNo,â heavily, like a lump of earth falling.
âThen Iâll explain it to you,â David said. âYou play with eleven men a side
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