Part 7 (2/2)

'Here's something, look - a wrinkled little rubber-skin - pale green!' said d.i.c.k, picking something up from the ground. 'That's what those lights were - balloons lighted up from inside in some way and sent floating away in the air.'

'Most ingenious,' said Julian. 'I expect they had quite a lot of funny tricks at their disposal last night. Yes - they certainly mean to scare us away!'

'Well, they won't,' said Anne, unexpectedly. 'I'm not going, for one. I won't be scared away by stupid tricks!'

'Good old Anne!' said Julian, and clapped her on the back. 'Right - we'll all stay - but I've got an idea.'

'What?' asked everyone.

'We'll pretend to go!' said Julian. 'We'll pack up everything - remove our things from here - and go and camp somewhere else. But d.i.c.k and I will hide somewhere here tonight - and watch to see if anyone comes, and where they look for whatever it is they're hunting for, and why!'

'That's a wizard plan,' said d.i.c.k, pleased. 'We'll do it! Roll on, tonight! Adventure is about - and we'll be ready for it!'

Chapter Twelve

A GOOD HIDING-PLACE

The Five spent quite a pleasant day, but when late afternoon came, they decided that it was time to carry out their plan and pack as if they were leaving.

'I imagine someone is spying on our doings,' said d.i.c.k. 'And won't he be pleased to see us apparently on the point of leaving!'

'How can anyone be spying?' asked Anne, looking all round as if she expected to see someone behind a bush. 'Timmy would be sure to sniff out anyone in hiding.'

'Oh, he won't be near enough for Timmy to smell out,' said d.i.c.k. 'He'll be a long way off.'

'Then how can he possibly see us - or know that we're leaving?' asked Anne.

'Anne - I don't know if you've heard of field-gla.s.ses,' began d.i.c.k, solemnly. 'Well, they're things that can spot anything half a mile away...'

Anne went red and gave d.i.c.k a punch. 'Don't be an a.s.s! Of course - that's it! Field-gla.s.ses used by someone on a hillside somewhere - trained on the old cottage.'

'Actually I think I know where the someone is,' said d.i.c.k. 'I've caught sight of a little flash every now and again on the hill yonder - the kind of flash that is made by the sun on gla.s.s - and I somehow think that our spy is sitting near the top of the hill, watching us carefully.'

Anne turned to look at the hill, but Julian at once spoke sharply. 'No - don't stand and stare up there, anyone. We don't want the watcher to know that we know we are being watched.'

They went on with their packing, and soon began to stagger out with their bundles. George was told to strap her things to her bicycle, and stand well out in the open as she did so, so that the watcher on the hill would be able to observe all her doings.

Julian was in the midst of carefully folding up his things to go into his knapsack, when Anne gave a sudden exclamation.

'Someone's coming!'

Everyone looked round, imagining that they would see a sinister-looking foreigner, or someone peculiar in some way.

But all they saw was a country-woman hurrying along, a shawl over her head, and a basket under her arm. She wore cheap gla.s.ses, had no make-up on, and her hair was pulled straight back under the shawl. She stopped when she saw the Five.

'Good afternoon,' said Julian, politely. 'Isn't it glorious weather!'

'Beautiful,' said the woman. 'Are you camping out - you've chosen a good time!'

'No - actually we're packing,' said Julian. 'We've been sleeping in the old cottage, but we've decided to move out. Is it very, very old?'

'Oh yes - and it's supposed to have queer things happening in it at nights,' said the woman.

'We know that!' said Julian. 'My word - we were pretty scared last night, I can tell you - weird noises and horrible, ghastly lights. We decided not to stay there any longer.'

'That's right,' said the woman. 'Don't you stay! You get as far from this place as you can! I can tell you, I wouldn't come by it at night. Where are you going?'

'Well, our home is at Kirrin,' said Julian, evading the question. 'You know - on Kirrin Bay.'

'Ah yes - a fine place,' said the woman. 'Well, don't you stay another night! Good-bye!'

She hurried off, and was soon lost to sight.

'Go on packing,' said Julian to the others.

'The watcher is still up in the hills. I caught sight of a flash again just then.'

'Julian - why did you tell all that to the woman?' asked Anne. 'You don't usually say so much when we are in the middle of something queer!'

'My dear, unsuspecting Anne - do you mean to say that you thought that woman was really what she pretended to be - a woman from a nearby farm?' said Julian.

'Well - wasn't she?' said Anne surprised. 'She looked like one - no make-up - and that old shawl - and she knew all about the old cottage!'

'Anne - farm-women don't have gold fillings in their teeth,' said Julian. 'Didn't you notice them when she smiled?'

'And her hair was dyed,' said George. 'I noticed it was blonde at the roots and black above.'

'And what about her hands?' said d.i.c.k. 'A farmer's wife does a great deal of hard, rough work, and her hands are never white and smooth - they are rough and brown. This woman's hands were as white as a princess's!'

'Well yes - I did notice them,' said Anne. 'And I did notice too that she sometimes spoke like a country-woman and sometimes not.'

'Well, there you are!' said Julian. 'She's one of the unpleasant gang that tried to scare us last night - and when the watcher on the hill reported that we appeared to be packing up and going, she was told to go and make sure. So she pretended to be a country woman and came by - but unfortunately we weren't quite so stupid as she thought we would be!'

'You certainly stuffed her up well!' said d.i.c.k, with a grin. 'The gang will be down here tonight, digging up all the big stones they can find. You and I will have a marvellous time, snooping round them.'

'You'll be careful they don't see you, won't you?' said Anne. 'Where will you hide?'

'We haven't planned that yet,' said d.i.c.k. 'Now - come on and we'll make a new camp somewhere that won't be easily seen. You and George and Timmy can sleep there tonight, and Ju and I will come and watch here.'

'I want to come too,' said George at once. 'Anne will be all right with Timmy.'

'You aren't joining us this time, George,' said Ju. 'The fewer people watching, the better. Sorry, old thing - but you'll have to stay with Anne.'

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