Part 5 (1/2)

But George only grinned. In fact she gave a little laugh herself. 'Yes - he does look funny, doesn't he? But he doesn't mind a bit!'

'You know, we came here to camp because George couldn't bear people laughing at ...' began Anne, thinking that she wouldn't let George get away with this! But George gave her such a beseeching look, that she stopped at once. George could never bear to look small in front of Julian and d.i.c.k. She prided herself on being just like a boy - and she was suddenly certain that her two cousins would think she was 'just like a girl' if they heard of the fuss she had made about people laughing at Timmy's collar.

'I say - you two seem to be packing up,' said Julian, looking at the package strapped to the back of George's bicycle. 'What's happened?'

'Well - it got a bit lonely and Anne was...' and then in her turn George caught a beseeching loop from Anne! She knew what it meant 'I didn't tell tales of you - so don't tell tales of me - don't say I was scared!'

'Er - Anne was certain that there was something queer going on here,' went on George, who had quite meant to say that Anne was scared and insisted on going home. 'And we didn't feel that we could tackle it ourselves - though if you had been here we wouldn't have dreamed of going home, of course.'

'What do you mean - something queer?' asked d.i.c.k.

'Well - you see - it began like this,' said George, but Julian interrupted.

'If there's a tale to tell, let's have it over a meal, shall we? We've had nothing to eat since six o'clock this morning, d.i.c.k and I - and we're ravenous!'

'Yes. Good idea,' said d.i.c.k, and began to undo a big package which he took out of his bag. 'I've a picnic lunch here from your mother, George - a jolly good one, I can tell you. I think she was so relieved to think that she was going to get rid of us that she really surpa.s.sed herself! We've got a marvellous piece of boiled ham - look! It'll last us for ages - if we don't give bits to Timmy. Get away, Tim. This is not for you! Grrrrrr!'

George suddenly felt so happy that she could hardly speak. It had been fun camping with Anne - but what a difference the boys made! So confident of themselves, so merry, full of jokes, so idiotic, and yet so dependable. She felt that she wanted to sing at the top of her voice!

The sun had been hot again that morning and had dried the common beautifully. It wasn't long before the Five were sitting down in the heather with a very fine feast before them.

'I wouldn't sell anyone my hunger for a hundred pounds,' said d.i.c.k. 'Now then - who's going to carve this magnificent piece of gammon?'

There were no plates, so they had to make sandwiches of the ham. d.i.c.k had actually brought some mustard, and dabbed it generously over the slices of ham before George put them between pieces of bread. 'Aha, Tim - this is one way of making sure you won't get even a bite of these wonderful ham sandwiches!' said d.i.c.k. 'You can't bear mustard, can you? Ju, where's the meat we brought for Tim?'

'Here. Pooh - it smells a bit strong,' said Julian. 'Do you mind taking it to a nice secluded corner, Tim?'

Timmy immediately sat down close to Julian. 'Now - don't be so disobedient!' said Julian, and gave Timmy a friendly push.

'He doesn't understand the word ”seclucled”,' said George, with a grin. 'Tim - buzz off a bit!'

Timmy understood that and took his meat a little way away. Everyone took a ripe red tomato, and a little lettuce heart from a damp cloth brought by Julian, and settled down happily to munch sandwiches.

'Lovely!' said Anne, contentedly. 'Goodness gracious - I can hardly believe we had such a peculiar time last night!'

'Ah - tell us all about it!' said d.i.c.k.

So first Anne, then George related all that had happened. Anne told of the night she had seen a light in the old cottage and had heard whispers and footfalls inside.

'We did think I might have been dreaming,' she said, 'but now we don't think I was. We think I really did see and hear those things.'

'What next?' asked Julian, taking his third sandwich. 'This all sounds most interesting. Quite Famous Five-ish, in fact!'

George told of the storm in the night, and how they had had to leave their heather-bed and go to shelter in the old cottage - and how, in the flashes of lightning, Anne had seen two or three people standing outside - and then how they had both seen someone standing silently, looking in at the window.

'Queer,' said Julian, puzzled. 'Yes - something is up. I wonder what? I mean - there's absolutely nothing on this lonely bit of common that's at all interesting.'

'Well - there are the remains of an old Roman camp,' said Anne. 'And a boy there who is examining them to see if he can find anything old and interesting.'

'A completely mad boy,' said George. 'He doesn't seem to know what he says or doesn't say. Contradicts himself all the time - or, to put it another way, tells the most idiotic fibs.'

'And he apparently thinks it's awfully funny to meet us somewhere, and then double round on his tracks and appear suddenly somewhere else,' said Anne. 'Sometimes I can't help liking him - other times he's too fat-headed for words.'

'He's got a little one-eyed dog called Jet,' said George, and Timmy gave a sudden bark as he heard the name. 'You like Jet, don't you, Tim'?'

'This all sounds most interesting,' said d.i.c.k. 'Pa.s.s me the tomato bag, Ju, before you eat the lot. Thanks. As I said, most interesting - a one-eyed dog, a mad boy, Roman remains - and people who come to an old ruined cottage in the dead of night and look into windows!'

'I wonder you two girls didn't pack up and go home,' said Julian. 'You must be braver without us than I thought possible!'

George caught Anne's eye and grinned mischievously, but said nothing. Anne owned up, red in the face.

'Well - I did tell George I was going home this very morning, I was so scared last night. George didn't want to, of course, but she was coming, all the same. But now you've turned up, things are different.'

'Ah - well, do we stay on, or don't we, Ju?' said d.i.c.k. 'Are we scared or are we not?'

Everyone laughed. 'Well - if you go back I shall stay on alone!' said Anne. 'Just to show you!'

'Good old Anne!' said d.i.c.k. 'We all stay, of course. It may be nothing - it may be something - we can't tell. But we'll certainly find out. And the first thing to do is to have a look at the Roman remains and the mad boy. I'm looking forward to meeting him, I must say! After that we'll tackle the ruined cottage!'

Timmy came up to see if he could get any t.i.t-bits. Julian waved him away. 'You smell of too-strong meat, Timmy,' he said. 'Go and get a drink. By the way, is there anything to drink here, George?'

'Oh yes,' said George. 'A lovely spring. Not far off, either. Let's take the remains of our meal there, and the mug. We've only got one unfortunately, so it's no good getting water unless we all sit by the spring and take turns at the mug. Come on!'

The boys thought that the spring was a really splendid one. They grouped themselves around it and took turns at filling the mug and drinking from it. They were now eating slabs of Joan's fruit-cake and it was very good.

'Now, you girls unpack again,' said d.i.c.k, when they had finished their meal. 'Goodness, I did enjoy that! We'd better unpack too, Julian.'

'Right, Where shall we put our things?' asked Julian, looking around. 'I don't somehow like to leave everything under that little tent, with a mad boy about, and a one-eyed dog. I feel that both of them might like the rest of that ham.'

'Oh, it's too hot to leave ham out in this sun,' said George. 'We'll have to put it into the old cottage, on a shelf. We'll put everything there, shall we? Move in properly, in case it rains again at night. It's so tiresome to have to bundle everything indoors in the dark and the rain.'

'I agree,' said d.i.c.k. 'Right. We'll move into the ruined cottage. What fun! Come on, everyone!'

They spent the next half-hour taking their things into the cottage and putting them in corners or on shelves. George found a dark corner behind the fireplace where she put the food, for she was half-afraid that Jet, nice little dog though he seemed, might perhaps smell the ham and gobble up most of their food.

'Now!' said Julian, 'are we ready to go and see the Roman remains and the Mad Boy? Here we go, then - the Famous Five are off again, and who knows what will happen!'

Chapter Nine

A LITTLE EXPLORATION

The Five walked off together, Timmy at the back, delighted to have all his friends with him again. He kept nudging first one person's heels and then another, just to remind them that he was there.

As they came near the old camp, they saw a boy sitting beside a bush, reading.