absolutely disgusting. And it serves you right. You ... you ... hooligan.â
She often used that sentence and it was usually followed by, âYouâre as bad as your father.â But not this time. Maybe because this time I was actually worse than my father.
I slept through that night and nearly all the next day, and woke with the afternoon sun streaming through the window onto my face. I climbed slowly out of bed to close the curtain. My ribs seared with pain as I stepped onto the floor. It hurt even to breathe. I dared not cough. I sat back on my bed and noticed a row of coloured starfish had been neatly arranged in a straight line on the window ledge.
âMum?â I called, âDid Banjo come round?â Who else would bring starfish? Bess, maybe?
âYes,â she shouted from the kitchen, âand Mr Palmer.â She appeared in the door. âAnd the Jansens. Mr Palmerâs leg is still causing him gyp though. Itâs getting worse. I think itâs infected, poor man. It mustâve been agony for him to walk all the way from his house. He left a book for you. Said you might enjoy it.â
Mum nodded at my table. A small black-covered book called Coral Island by R M Ballantyne sat there. âHe said one of the heroes is called Jack and he seems to get into as much trouble as you do, though for the life of me I canât see how thatâs humanly possible.â
I smiled but felt uncomfortable. Mr Palmer was at my house? Bringing me presents? Maybe he was turning human after all. Then I remembered âThe Highwaymanâ. About as human as Frankenstein.
âAnd he left some schoolwork for you,â she added.
Once a school teacher, always a tyrant, I reckoned.
The Jap Soldier Living Wild
I had reached the part in Coral Island where the boys get attacked by an enormous shark but manage to kill it with a broken oar when I heard Dad come home from work, a bit earlier than usual. My door was half open so I heard him talking to Mum.
âI have to go straight out again,â he said. âColonel Hurleyâs organising a search party. They think the Jap who owned the helmet Jack and Banjo found is still on the island. Thereâve been reports of fires and evidence of camp sites. It looks like heâs living wild. Maybe he was part of a scouting party and he got left behind.â
Mum said something but I couldnât make it out.
Dad continued. âKeep the windows and doors locked until we find him. And keep the .22 ready. Itâs up on the wardrobe. Here, I picked up some shells from Merv.â
âBut wonât you need it if you find him?â asked Mum.
âNo, the colonelâs going to issue us all with army rifles.â
I climbed carefully out of bed and went to my door. âDad?â
âOh, there you are,â he said, guessing Iâd heard everything. âLook after your mother and your sisters, eh, Jack. Weâre going to stay out until ten, if we donât spook him out in the meantime. Weâre hoping to spot his campfire again. It seems like he moves it every night.â
Look after Mum and the girls? What did he mean? I was hardly able to walk back to bed without collapsing.
A loud knock rattled the door and we all jumped in surprise.
âRob? Itâs me, Merv. You ready?â called Mr Purvis from the screen door. He had a gas mask haversack slung over his shoulder but I heard the clink of glass as he moved it. He lifted his hat and nodded at Mum. âEvening, Mrs Jones. Nothing to worry about. Weâll have the Nip rounded up before dinnertime.â
Mum must have heard the glass clink as well because her eyes narrowed. âHow long has he been on the island, do you think? He mightâve been spying on us the whole time. Watching. Watching and waiting for a moment to murder us all in our beds.â
âWell, he wonât be doing much murdering with a half a dozen .303 slugs in him,â said