Five Go Off to Camp by Enid Blyton Page B

an old hen with one foolish chicken when he was at home.
    They went off in the car, jolting over the rough road til they came to the smooth highway. They stopped in the centre of the town. Mr Luffy said he would meet them for tea at five o'clock at the hotel opposite the parking-place.
    The three of them set off together, leaving Mr Luffy to go to the library and browse there. It seemed funny to be without George. Anne didn't much like it, and said so.

    'Well, we don't like going off without George either,' said Julian. 'But honestly, she can't behave like that and get away with it. I thought she'd grown out of that sort of thing.'
    'Well, you know how she adores an adventure,' said Anne. 'Oh dear - if I hadn't felt so scared you'd have taken me along, and George would have gone too. It's quite true what she said about me being a coward.'
    'You're not,' said Dick. 'You can't help being scared of things sometimes - after al , you're the youngest of us - but being scared doesn't make you a coward. I've known you to be as brave as any of us when you've been scared stiff!'
    'Where are we going?' asked Anne. The boys told her, and her eyes sparkled.
    'Oh - are we going to find out where the spook-train comes from? It might come from one of two valleys then, judging from the map.'
    'Yes. The tunnels aren't real y very long ones,' said Julian. 'Not more than a mile, I should think. We thought we'd make some inquiries at the station and see if there's anyone who knows anything about the old railway yard and the tunnel beyond. We shan't say a word about the spook-train of course.'
    They walked into the station. They went up to a railway plan and studied it. It didn't tel them much. Julian turned to a young porter who was wheeling some luggage along.
    'I say! Could you help us? We're camping up on the
    moorlands, and we're quite near a deserted railway yard with lines that run into an old tunnel. Why isn't the yard used any more?'
    'Don't know,' said the boy. 'You should ask old Tucky there - see him? He knows all the tunnels under the moors like the back of his hand. Worked in them all when he was a boy.'
    'Thanks,' said Dick, pleased. They went over to where an old whiskered porter was sitting in the sun, enjoying a rest til the next train came in.
    'Excuse me,' said Julian politely. 'I've been told that you know all about the moorland tunnels like the back of your hand. They must be very, very interesting.'
    'My father and my grandfather built those tunnels,' said the old porter, looking up at the children out of smal faded eyes that watered in the strong sunlight. 'And I've been guard on all the trains that ran through them.'
    He mumbled a long string of names, going through al the list of tunnels in his mind. The children waited patiently til he had finished.
    There's a tunnel near where we're camping on the moorlands,' said Julian, getting a word in at last. 'We're not far from Olly's Farm. We came across an old deserted railway yard, with lines that led into a tunnel. Do you know it?'
    'Oh yes, that's an old tunnel,' said Tucky, nodding his grey head, on which his porter's cap sat al crooked. 'Hasn't been used for many a long year. Nor the yard either. Wasn't enough traffic there, far as I remember. They shut up the yard. Tunnel isn't used any more.'
    The boys exchanged glances. So it wasn't used any more! Well, they knew better.
    'The tunnel joins another, doesn't it?' said Julian.
    The porter, pleased at their interest in the old tunnels he knew so well, got up and went into an office behind. He came out with a dirty, much-used map, which he spread out on his knee. His black finger-nail pointed to a mark on the map.
    That's the yard, see? It was called O'lly's Yard, after the farm. There're the lines to the tunnel. Here's the tunnel. It runs right through to Kilty Vale - there it is. And here's where it used to join the tunnel to Roker's Vale. But that was bricked up years ago. Something happened there - the roof fel in, I