GEORGE did not moan any more about her worries. She went about with an anxious look in herblue eyes, but she had the sense not to 'tell her mother how worried she was at not seeing Timmyin the glass room, when her father signalled.
She mentioned it, of course, but her mother took the same view as Julian did. 'There! I knew he'dforget to take Timmy up! He's so very forgetful when he's at work.' The children decided1 to go tothe quarry2 that afternoon and explore the tunnel under the shelf of rock. So they set off after theirlunch. But when they came to the quarry, they did not dare to climb down the steep sides. Theheavy rain of the day before had made them far too dangerous.
'Look,' said Julian, pointing to' where the bushes and smaller plants were ripped up and crushed.
'I bet that's where old Martin fell down yesterday! He might have broken his neck!'
'Yes. I vote we don't attempt to go down till it's as dry as it was the other day,' said Dick.
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It was disappointing. They had brought torches, and a rope; and had looked forward to a littleexcitement.
'Well, what shall we do?' asked Julian.
'I'm going back home,' said George, unexpectedly. 'I'm tired. You others go for a walk.'
Anne looked at George. She did seem rather pale. 'I'll come back with you, George,' said Anne,slipping her hand through her cousin's arm. But George shook it off.
'No thanks, Anne, I want to be alone?
'Well - we'll go over the cliff then,' said Julian. 'It'll be nice and blowy up there, See you later,George!'
They went off. George turned and sped back to Kirrin cottage. Her mother was out. Joanna wasupstairs in her bedroom. George went to the larder3 and took several things from it. She bundledthem into a bag and then fled out of the house.
She found James the fisher-boy. 'James! You're not to tell a soul. I'm going over to Kirrin Islandtonight because I'm worried about Timmy. We left him there. Have my boat ready at ten o'clock.'
James was always ready to do anything in the world for George. He nodded and asked noquestions at all.
'Right, Miss. It'll be ready. Anything you want put in it?'
'Yes, this bag,' said George. 'Now don't split, on me, James. I'll be back tomorrow if I find Tim'sall right?
She fled back to the house. She hoped Joanna would not notice the things she had taken from thelarder shelf. 'I can't help it if what I'm doing is wrong,' she kept whispering to herself. 'I knowsomething isn't right with Timmy. And I'm not at all sure about Father, either. He wouldn't haveforgotten his solemn promise to me about taking Timmy up with him. I'll have to go across to theisland. I can't help it if it's wrong!'
The others wondered what was up with George when they came back from their walk. She wasso fidgety and restless. They had tea and then did some gardening for Aunt Fanny. George didsome too, but her thoughts were far away, and twice her mother had to stop her pulling upseedlings instead of weeds.
Bedtime came. The girls got into bed at about a quarter to ten. Anne was tired and fell asleep atonce. As soon as George heard her regular breathing she crept quietly out of bed and dressed65
again. She pulled on her warmest jersey4, got her raincoat, rubber boots and a thick rug, andtiptoed downstairs.
Out of the side door she went and into the night. There was a bit of a moon in the sky, so it wasnot as dark as usual. George was glad. She would be able to see her way through the rocks a littlenow -- though she was sure she could guide the boat even in the dark! James was waiting for her.
Her boat was ready.
'Everything's in,' said James. 'I'll push off. Now you be careful, Miss -- and if you do scrape arock, row like anything in case she fills and sinks. Ready?'
Off went George, hearing the lap-lap of the water against the sides of the boat. She heaved a sighof relief, and began to row strongly away from the shore. She frowned as she rowed. Had shebrought everything she might want? Two torches. Plenty of food. A tin-opener. Something todrink. A rug to wrap herself in tonight.
Back at Kirrin Cottage Julian lay in bed watching for his uncle's signal. Half past ten. Now forthe signal. Ah, here they were! One -- two -- three -- four -- five -- six! Good. Six and no more!
He wondered why George hadn't come into his and Dick's room to watch for them. She had lastnight. He got up, padded to the door of George's room and put his head in 'George!' he saidsoftly. 'It's O.K. Your father's signals have just come again.' There was no reply. Julian heardregular breathing and turned to go back to bed. The girls must be asleep already! Well, Georgecouldn't really be worrying much about Timmy now, then! Julian got into his bed and soon fellasleep himself. He had no idea that George's bed was empty, no idea that even now George wasbattling with the waves that guarded Kirrin Island! It was more difficult than she had expected,for the moon did not really give very much light, and had an annoying way of going behind acloud just when she badly needed every scrap5 of light she could get. But, deftly6 and cleverly, shemanaged to make her way through the passage between the hidden rocks. Thank goodness thetide was high so that most of them were well below the surface! At last she swung her boat intothe little cove7. Here the water was perfectly8 calm. Panting a little, George pulled her boat up asfar as she could. Then she stood in the darkness and thought hard.
What was she going to do? She did not know where her father's hiding-place was, but she feltcertain the entrance to it must be somewhere in or near the little stone room. Should she makeher way to that?
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Yes, she would. It would be the only place to shelter in for the night, anyway. She would put onher torch when she got there, and hunt round for any likely entrance to the hiding-place. If shefound it, she would go in and what a surprise she would give her father! If old Timmy was therehe would go mad with delight. She took the heavy bag, draped the rug over her arm, and set off.
She did not dare to put on her torch yet, in case the unknown enemy was lurking9 near. After all,her father had heard him cough at night! George was not frightened. She did not even think aboutbeing frightened. All her thoughts were set on finding Timmy and making sure he was safe.
She came to the little stone room. It was pitch-dark in there, of course - not even the faint light ofthe moon pierced into its blackness. George had to put on her torch. She put down her bundle atthe back of the wall, near the old fireplace recess10. She draped the rug over it and sat down tohave a rest, switching off her torch.
After a while she got up cautiously and switched on her torch again. She began to search for thehiding-place. Where could the entrance be? She flashed her torch on to every flagstone in thefloor of the room. But not one looked as if it had been moved or lifted. There was nothing toshow where there might be an entrance underground.
She moved round the walls, examining those too in the light of her torch. No - there was no signthat a hidden way lay behind any of those stones either. It was most tantalizing11. If she onlyknew! She went to wrap the rug round her, and to sit and think. It was cold now. She wasshivering, as she sat there in the dark, trying to puzzle out where the hidden entrance could be.
And then she heard a sound. She jumped and then stiffened12 all over, holding her breath painfully.
What was it?
There was a curious grating noise. Then a slight thud. It came from the recess where people longago had built their big log fires! George sat perfectly still, straining her eyes and ears.
She saw a beam of light in the fireplace recess. Then she heard a man's cough! Was it her father?
He had a cough at times. She listened hard. The beam of light grew brighter. Then she heardanother noise - it sounded as if someone had jumped down from somewhere! And then -- avoice! 'Come on!' It was not her father's voice! George grew cold with fear then. Not her father'svoice! Then what had happened to him -- and to Timmy?
Someone else jumped down into the recess, grumbling13. 'I'm not used to this crawling about!'
That wasn't her father's voice either. So there were two unknown enemies! Not one. And they67
knew her father's secret workroom. George felt almost faint with horror. Whatever had happenedto him and Timmy?
The men walked out of the little stone room without seeing George at all. She guessed they weregoing to the tower. How long would they be? Long enough for her to search for the place theyhad appeared from?
She strained her ears again. She heard their footsteps going into the great yard. She tiptoed to thedoorway and looked out. Yes -- there was the light of their torch near the, tower! If they weregoing up, there would be plenty of time to look round.
She went back into the little stone room. Her hands were trembling and she found it difficult toswitch on her torch. She went to the fireplace recess and flashed the light in it. She gave a gasp14!
Half-way up the recess at the back was a black opening! She flashed the light up there. Evidentlythere was a movable stone half-way up that swung back and revealed an entrance behind. Anentrance to what? Were there steps, such as were shown in the old map? Feeling quite breathless,George stood on tip-toe and flashed her light into the hole. Yes -- there were steps! They wentdown into the wall at the back. She remembered that the little stone room backed on to one of theimmensely thick old walls still left.
She stood there, uncertain what to do. Had she better go down and see if she could find Timmyand her father? But if she did, she might be made a prisoner too. On the other hand, if she stayedoutside, and the men came back and shut up the entrance, she might not be able to open it. Shewould be worse off than ever! 'I'll go down!' she suddenly decided. 'But I'd better take my bagand the rug, in case the 'men come back and see them. I don't want them to know I'm on theisland if I can help it! I could hide them somewhere down there, I expect. I wonder if thisentrance leads to the dungeons15.' She lifted up the rug and the bag and pushed them into the hole.
She heard the bag roll down the steps, the tins inside making a muffled16 noise. Then she climbedup herself. Gracious, what a long dark flight of steps! Wherever did they lead to?
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