Five on a Treasure Island by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton [Blyton, Enid]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Famous Five (Fictitious Characters)
ISBN: 9780340996829
Publisher: Hodder Childrens
Published: 1942-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

He picked up the book and opened it. "It's a diary your great-great-great-grandfather kept of the ship's voyages," he said. "I can hardly read the writing. It's so small and funny."

George picked up one of the papers. It was made of thick parchment, quite yellow with age. She spread it out on the sand and looked at it. The others glanced at it too, but they couldn't make out what it was at all. It seemed to be a kind of map.

"Perhaps it's a map of some place he had to go to," said Julian. But suddenly George's hands began to shake as she held the map, and her eyes gleamed brilliantly as she looked up at the others. She opened her mouth but didn't speak.

"What's the matter?" said Julian, curiously. "What's up? Have you lost your tongue?"

George shook her head and then began to speak with a rush. "Julian! Do you know what this is? It's a map of my old castle— of Kirrin Castle— when it wasn't a ruin. And it shows the dungeons! And look— just look what's written in this corner of the dungeons!"

She put a trembling finger on one part of the map. The others leaned over to see what it was— and, printed in old-fashioned letters was a curious word.

INGOTS

"Ingots!" said Anne, puzzled. "What does that mean? I've never heard that word before."

But the two boys had. "Ingots!" cried Dick. "Why— that must be the bars of gold.

They were called ingots."

"Most bars of metal are called ingots," said Julian, going red with excitement. "But as we know there is gold missing from that ship, then it really looks as if ingots here meant bars of gold. Oh golly! To think they may still be hidden somewhere under Kirrin Castle.

George! George! Isn't it terribly, awfully exciting?"

George nodded. She was trembling all over with excitement. "If only we could find it!" she whispered. "If only we could!"

"We'll have a jolly good hunt for it," said Julian. "It will be awfully difficult because the castle is in ruins now, and so overgrown. But somehow or other we'll find those ingots. What a lovely word. Ingots! Ingots! Ingots!"

It sounded somehow more exciting than the word gold. Nobody spoke about gold any more. They talked about the Ingots. Tim couldn't make out what the excitement was at all. He wagged his tail and tried hard to lick first one and then another of the children, but for once in a way not one of them paid any attention to him! He simply couldn't understand it, and after a while he went and sat down by himself with his back to the children, and his ears down.

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