Five Go to Mystery Moor by Enid Blyton Page B

walking sedately on her hind-legs. Sniffer pul ed at his father"s arm.
    „They"re all right," he said. „You know our Clip got his leg made better at the stables.
    They"re al right!"
    Al he got was a savage cuff that sent him to the ground, where he rolled over and over.
    Liz dropped down on all fours and went to lick him.
    „Here, I say!" said Julian, shocked. „Leave that kid alone! You"ve no right to hit him like that!"
    Sniffer set up such a yel ing that some of the women left the caravans not far off and came running to see what was up. One of them began to shout at Sniffer"s father and he shouted back. Soon there was quite a row going on between the men and the angry women, one of whom had picked up poor Sniffer and was dabbing his head with a wet cloth.
    „Come on, it"s a good time to go," said Julian to Dick. „What an unfriendly lot they are, except poor Sniffer, and he was doing his best for us, poor kid."
    The two boys went off quickly, glad to be away from the men and their dogs. They were puzzled about everything. The men said they knew nothing about the lamp, but they must know something about it. Nobody but a gypsy could have lighted it last night.

    They went back to the girls and told them what had happened. „Let"s get back to the stables," said Anne. „There"s something queer going on. We"ll be in the middle of an adventure before we know where we are!"
    „We"ll stay one more night," said Julian. „I want to see if that plane comes again. Those gypsies don"t know where we"re camping and though Sniffer knows, I"m pretty sure he won"t tell. It was plucky of him to try and stick up for us to his father."
    „Al right. We"ll stay," said George. „I"m not particularly anxious for Timmy to have that long walk home today. I think I"ve got most of that thorn out of his pad, but he stil won"t put his foot to the ground."
    „He"s jolly clever at running about on three legs," said Dick, watching Timmy tearing round the quarry, sniffing as usual for rabbits.
    „The amount of quarrying that Timmy has done in this pit already is colossal!" said Julian, staring round at the places where Timmy had tried to get in at some rabbit-hole and scrabbled out big heaps of sand. „He would have been a great help to the Bartles when they dug out sand! Poor old Tim - your bad foot has stopped you scraping for rabbits, hasn"t it!"
    Timmy ran over on three legs. He enjoyed all the fussing he got when anything happened to him. He meant to make the most of his bad foot!
    They had a very lazy day indeed. It real y was too hot to do anything much. They went to the little spring and sat with their feet in the rivulet it made - it was deliciously cool! They went and had a look at the old engine again, lying on its side, half-buried.
    Dick scraped away a lot of the sand that had seeped into the cab. Soon they were all helping. They uncovered the old handles and levers and tried to move them. But they couldn"t of course.
    „Let"s go round to the other side of the gorse bush and see if we can see the funnel again," said Dick, at last. „Blow these thorns. I"m getting pricked all over. Timmy"s very sensible, sitting there, not attempting to examine this old Puffing Bil y!"
    They had to cut away some of the gorse before they could examine the funnel properly.
    Then they exclaimed in wonder.
    „Look! It"s very like the long funnel that Puffing Bil y had, you know, one of the first engines ever made!"
    „It"s fil ed with sand," said Dick, and tried to scrape it out. It was fairly loose, and soon he was able to peer down the funnel quite a long way.
    „Funny to think of smoke puffing out of this queer old funnel," said Dick. „Poor old engine, lying here for years, quite forgotten. I"d have thought someone would rescue it!"
    „Well, you know what the blacksmith told us," said George. „The Bartle sister that was left wouldn"t have anything more to do with the railway or the engine or the quarry. And certainly nobody could move