Five on a secret trail by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton [Blyton, Enid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novela, Aventuras, Infantil, Juvenil
Publisher: ePubLibre
Published: 1955-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

On watch in the cottage

It was getting dark — and under the gorse-bush it was very dark indeed! All the Five had managed to squeeze in there, and Timmy too. One torch only was allowed to be used at a time, to save the batteries of the others.

The Five were having supper. The ham was now practically finished, but there were still a few tomatoes and plenty of cake.

Julian opened the last tin of sardines, and made some sandwiches for himself and Dick to take with them. He also wrapped up two enormous chunks of cake and pocketed two slabs of chocolate each.

“We shall need something to while away the time when we’re on the watch tonight!” he said, with a grin. “I don’t know if the Weepies and Wailies and Floating Lights will be along to give us a show — but I fear not. They would be wasted on an empty cottage!”

“I do hope you’ll be careful,” said Anne.

“Anne — that’s the seventh time you’ve said that,” said Dick. “Don’t be an ass. Don’t you understand that Ju and I are going to enjoy ourselves? You’ll be the one that has to be careful.”

“How?” asked Anne, surprised.

“Well — you’ll have to be careful of that big black beetle squatting over there,” said Dick. “And mind that the hedgehog doesn’t sit down on your bare legs. And be careful in case a snake wants to share this nice safe warm place with you…”

“Now you’re being an ass!” said Anne, giving him a punch. “When will you be back?”

“We shall be back at exactly the moment you hear us squeezing under here,” said Julian. “Now Dick — what about it? I think we might be going, don’t you?”

“Right,” said Dick, and began to squeeze out carefully so as not to be pricked more than he could help. “Oh — why are gorse bushes so horribly spiteful! Jab jab — anyone would think the bush was trying to prick me!”

The two girls sat quite still when the boys had gone from the bush. They tried to hear their footsteps, but they couldn’t. Dick and Julian trod too softly on the wiry grass.

“I do so hope they’ll be…” began Anne, and George groaned.

“If you say that again I shall slap you, Anne! Honestly I shall.”

“I wasn’t saying it,” said Anne, “I was only going to say that I hope they’ll be successful tonight. I’d like to get back to Kirrin and have some fun bathing and boating, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. And some of Joan’s marvellous cooking,” said George. “Sausages and mash — and tomatoes with it.”

“Yes. And fried plaice fresh from the sea with Joan’s best chipped potatoes,” said Anne. “I can almost smell it.”

“Woof,” said Timmy, sniffing hard.

“There! He thought I meant it!” said Anne. “Isn’t Timmy clever?”

They had a pleasant talk about how very very clever Timmy was, and Timmy listened and wagged his tail so hard that he made quite a dust in the gorse-hollow.

“Let’s go to sleep,” said Anne.

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