Five Go Off to Camp
yard. Julian's finger went back from the yard to the tunnel, where the dotted lines began. His finger traced the dotted lines a little way til they became whole lines again. That was where the train came out into another valley!
    Then his finger showed where the tunnel that led from the yard appeared to join up with another one, that also ran for some distance before coming out into yet another valley. The boys looked at one another in silence.
    Mr Luffy suddenly spotted a day-flying moth and
    got up to follow it. The boys took the chance of talking to one another.
    'The spook-train either runs through its own tunnel to the val ey beyond - or it turns off into this fork and runs along to the other val ey,' said Julian, in a low voice. 'I tel you what we'll do, Dick. We'll get Mr Luffy to run us down to the nearest town to buy something -
    and we'll slip along to the station there and see if we can't make a few inquiries about these two tunnels. We may find out something.'
    'Good idea,' said Dick, as Mr Luffy came back. 'I say, sir, are you very busy today?
    Could you possibly run us down to the nearest town after dinner?'
    'Certainly, certainly,' said Mr Luffy, amiably. The boys looked at one another in delight.
    Now they might find out something! But they wouldn't take George with them. No - they would punish her for her bad temper by leaving her behind!

13 A thrilling plan
    Anne called them to dinner. 'Come along!' she cried. Tve got it all ready. Tel Mr Luffy there's plenty for him, too.'
    Mr Luffy came along wil ingly. He thought Anne was a marvel ous camp-housekeeper.
    He looked approvingly at the spread set out on a white cloth on the ground.
    'Hm! Salad. Hard-boiled eggs. Slices of ham. And what's this - apple-pie! My goodness!
    Don't tell me you cooked that here, Anne.'
    Anne laughed. 'No. Al this came from the farm, of course. Except the lime juice and water.'
    George ate with the others, but said hardly a word. She was brooding over her wrongs, and Mr Luffy looked at her several times, puzzled.
    'Are you quite well, George?' he said, suddenly. George went red.
    'Yes, thank you,' she said, and tried to be more herself, though she couldn't raise a smile at all. Mr Luffy watched her, and was relieved to see that she ate as much as the others.
    Probably had some sort of row, he guessed correctly. Well, it would blow over! He knew better than to interfere.
    They finished lunch and drank al the lime juice. It was a hot day and they were very thirsty indeed. Timmy emptied all his dish of water and went and gazed longingly into the canvas bucket of washing-water. But he was too well-behaved to drink it, now that he knew he mustn't. Anne laughed, and poured some more water into his dish.
    'Well,' said Mr Luffy, beginning to fil his old brown pipe, 'if anyone wants to come into town with me this afternoon, I'll be starting in fifteen minutes.'
    Til come!' said Anne, at once. 'It won't take George and me long to wash-up these things. Wil you come too, George?'
    'No,' said George, and the boys heaved a sigh of relief. They had guessed she wouldn't want to come with them - but, if she'd know what they were going to try and find out, she would have come al right!
    Tm going for a walk with Timmy,' said George, when all the washing-up had been done.
    'Al right,' said Anne, who secretly thought that George would be much better left on her own to work off her il -feelings that afternoon. 'See you later.'
    George and Timmy set off. The others went with Mr Luffy to where his car was parked beside the great rock. They got in.
    'Hi! The trailer's fastened to it,' called Julian. 'Wait a bit. Let me get out and undo it. We don't want to take an empty trailer bumping along behind us for miles.'
    'Dear me. I always forget to undo the trailer,' said Mr Luffy, vexed. 'The times I take it along without meaning to!'
    The children winked at one another. Dear old Luffy! He was always doing things like that. No wonder his wife fussed round him like

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