âWe were out fishing together.â
âHow?â asked Cowlick.
âWith wet newspapers and things.â
âIf he did it, why canât we?â suggested RóisÃn. âWe could use these.â She picked up some old newspapers the poachers had brought along to light their fires.
âWell, I never did it myself,â replied Jamesie, âbut I suppose itâs worth a try.â
Leaving RóisÃn to do the potatoes, the others went down to the lake. There Jamesie cleaned out the trout with his pen-knife, while Rachel soaked the newspapers and Tapser and Cowlick filled a number of old bean cans with mud.
âNow,â said Jamesie, when they had brought it all back up to the church, âletâs hope this works.â The others watched as he wrapped sheet after sheet of wet newspaper around each trout and caked it with mud.
âYou have to make sure theyâre completely covered,â he told them. He pushed the trout in beside the potatoes and heaped hot embers on them. âPakie says itâs just like steaming them.â
A short time later they found to their surprise and delight that Pakie was right. The trout were so well done they were able to pick them to the bones with their fingers. And the potatoes were cooked almost as well. All they were short of was salt, but that didnât worry them.
âThatâs the best meal weâve had yet,â said Tapser. âI could eat the same again.â
âListen,â said Jamesie, âa boat.â
âMaybe itâs the poachers coming back,â said Rachel.
Jamesie shook his head. âItâs an outboard engine. Come on.â
Sensing their excitement, Prince barked and ran ahead of them down the path. Emerging from the bushes, they saw a man in a boat going slowly past with an empty boat in tow.
âItâs Martin,â they shouted. âMartin! Martin!â
Turning around, Martin saw their dancing figures on the shore. He immediately throttled back on the engine, and came in to them. Quickly they told him what had happened, and took him up to the old church.
âHeâs been here all right,â said Martin. Among the rubbish the poachers had left, he had found several balls of crumpled paper which showed that Pakie had been passing the time writing more poems. However, there was nothing in them to suggest where he might have been taken.
âHow did you know where to find us?â asked Rachel.
âWell, when I saw the other boat was gone, and the outboard engine, and your campfire was stone cold, I thought Iâd better take a look around. Then I met two fishermen who told me they had found the boat adrift, so I decided to cruise around and see if I could find you. Youâve no idea the fright you gave me. I was beginning to think you had all drowned.â
âSorry,â said Tapser. âI suppose we should have told you before coming here.â
âArrah,â said Martin, âmaybe I should have taken my courage in my hands and told the Super about this poem business in the first place. Anyway, Iâll have to tell him now.â
âAnd weâll have to let them know at home that weâve seen Pakie,â said Jamesie.
âLeave that to me,â said Martin. âAs I told you before, theyâve enough to worry about without having to worry about you lot as well. Iâll just tell them weâve good reason to believe that Pakie is alive and well. Thatâll give them enough hope. Anything more would only add to their fears.â
He paused. âAnyway, the question is, where have the poachers taken Pakie now?â
âI hope we havenât ruined everything,â Rachel said.
âMaybe not,â Martin reassured her. âFor all the poachers know they were just disturbed by some young people, and if they donât know the gardaà have been alerted we may have a good chance of getting them.â
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