Five Go To Mystery Moor by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton [Blyton, Enid]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: jack, Blyton
Published: 1954-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

THE LITTLE RAILWAY

It was a very hot day. The five had had their lunch before they started, as Mrs Johnson said it would be easier to carry that inside than outside!

Even Timmy carried something. George said that he ought to do his share, and had neatly fastened a bag of his pet biscuits on his back.

‘There now!’ she said. ‘You’ve got your load too. No, don’t try and sniff the biscuits all the time, Timmy. You can’t walk with your head screwing round like that. You ought to be used to the smell of biscuits by this time!’

They set off to the railway line, or where they hoped it would be. It took a little time to discover it running under the heather. Julian was glad. He didn’t want to walk right into Milling Green to find the beginning of it and then walk all the way up again!

Anne found it by tripping over it! ‘Oh!’ she said, ‘here it is! I caught my foot in a bit of rusty line. Look you can hardly see it!’

‘Good,’ said Julian, and stepped in between the narrow pair of old, rusty lines. In some places they had rusted away, and there were gaps. In other places the heather had grown completely over the lines, and unless the children had known that they must keep straight forward, they would have lost them completely. As it was they sometimes missed them and once had to do quite a bit of scrabbling about in the heather to see if they could feel them.

It was very hot. Their packs began to feel distinctly heavy. Timmy’s biscuits began to slide round his body and eventually hung below his tummy. He didn’t like that, and George suddenly spied him sitting down trying to prise open the bag with his teeth!

She put down her own pack and adjusted Timmy’s. ‘If only you didn’t keep chasing rabbits, and making your pack swing about, it wouldn’t slip,’ she said. ‘There now, it’s all right again, Tim. Walk to heel and it won’t slip any more.’

They went on and on up the railway lines. Sometimes the rails took a curve round an unexpected rock. Soon the soil began to look sandy, and the heather did not grow so thickly. It was easier to see the lines, though in some places the sand had sifted over them and hidden them.

‘I really must have a rest!’ said Anne, sitting down in some heather. ‘I feel I want to pant and hang my tongue out like Timmy!’

‘I wonder how far these lines go,’ said Dick. ‘It’s so very sandy now underfoot that I feel we must be getting near the quarry!’

They lay back in the heather and felt very sleepy. Julian yawned and sat up.

‘This really won’t do!’ he said. ‘If we fall asleep we’ll never want to start off with our heavy packs again. Stir yourselves, lazy-bones!’

They all got up again. Timmy’s biscuits had slithered round to his tummy once more, and George had to put them right again.

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