There was no answer from inside the caravan1. Perhaps George was asleep - or drugged! And Timmy,too. Julian's heart sank. It would be dreadful if George had been ill-treated. He tried to peer inside thewindow again, but what with the darkness of the wood and the dirt on the pane2, it really wasimpossible to see inside.
'Shall we bang on the door?' asked Dick.
'No. That would only bring Simmy if he's anywhere about - and if George is inside and awake, ourvoices would have attracted her attention,' said Julian.
They went quietly round the caravan to the door at the back. It had no key in the lock. Julianfrowned.
Simmy must have got the key with him. That would mean breaking down the door and making anoise. He went up the few steps and pushed at the door. It seemed very solid indeed. How could hebreak it down, anyway? He had no tools, and it didn't look as if kicking and shoving would burst it in.
He knocked gently on the door - rap-rap-rap. Not a movement from inside. It seemed very strange.
He tried the round handle, and it turned easily.
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It not only turned easily - but the door opened! 'Dick! It's not locked!' said Julian, forgetting towhisper in his surprise. He went inside the dark caravan, hardly hoping now to see George or Timmy.
Dick pushed in after him. There was a nasty sour smell and it was very untidy. Nobody was there. Itwas quite empty, as Julian had feared.
He groaned3. 'All this way for nothing. They've taken George somewhere else. We're done, now, Dick- we haven't a clue where to go next.'
Dick fished his torch out of his pocket. He flashed it over the untidy jumble4 of things in the caravan,looking for some sign that George had been there. But there was nothing at all that he could see toshow him that either Timmy or George had been there.
'It's quite likely that Jo made the whole story up about her father taking George away,' he groaned. 'Itdoesn't look as if they've been here at all.'
His torch flashed on to the wooden wall of the caravan, and Dick saw something that arrested hisattention. Somebody had written something on the wall!
He looked more closely. 'Julian! Isn't that George's writing? Look! What's written there?'
Both boys bent5 towards the dirty wall. 'Red Tower, Red Tower, Red Tower,' was written again andagain, in very small writing.
'Red Tower!' said Dick. 'What does that mean? Is it George's writing?'
'Yes, I think so,' said Julian. 'But why should she keep writing that? Do you suppose that's where theyhave taken her to? She might have heard them saying something and scribbled6 it down quickly - justin case we found the caravan and examined it. Red Tower! It sounds queer.'
'It must be a house with a red tower, I should think,' said Dick. 'Well - we'd better get back and tellthe police now - and they'll have to hunt for a red tower somewhere.'
Bitterly disappointed the boys went back to Anne. She scrambled7 out from under her bush as theycame.
'George is not there,' said Dick. 'She's gone. But she has been there - we saw some scribbled writingon the wall of the caravan inside.'
'How do you know it's hers?' said Anne.
'Well, she's written 'Red Tower' ever so many times, and the R's and the T's are just like hers,'
said Dick. 'We think she must have heard someone talking and say they were taking her to Red 59Tower, wherever it is. We're going straight back to the police now. I wish we hadn't trusted Jo.
We've wasted such a lot of time.'
'Let's have something to eat,' said Julian. 'We won't sit down. We'll eat as we go. Come on.'
But somehow nobody wanted anything to eat. Anne said she felt sick. Julian was too worried to eat,and Dick was so anxious to go that he felt he couldn't even wait to unpack8 sandwiches! So theystarted back down the path, following the wheel-ruts as before.
It suddenly grew very dark indeed, and on the leaves of the trees heavy rain fell with a loud, patteringsound. Thunder suddenly rolled.
Anne caught hold of Julian's arm, startled. 'Julian! It's dangerous to be in a wood, isn't it, in a storm?
Oh, Julian, we'll be struck by lightning.'
'No, we shan't,' said Julian. 'A wood's no more dangerous than anywhere else. It's sheltering under alone tree somewhere that's dangerous. Look - there's a little clearing over there; we'll go to that, ifyou like.'
But when they got to the little clearing the rain was falling down in such heavy torrents9 that Juliancould see that they would immediately be soaked through. He hurried Anne to a clump10 of bushes, andthey crouched11 underneath12, waiting for the storm to pass.
Soon the rain stopped, and the thunder rolled away to the east. There had been no lightning that theycould see. The wood grew just a little lighter13, as if somewhere above the thick green branches the sunmight be shining!
'I hate this wood,' said Dick, crawling out from the bushes. 'Come on, for goodness' sake. Let's getback to the wheel-rut path.'
He led the way through the trees. Julian called to him. 'Wait, Dick. Are you sure this is right?'
Dick stopped, anxious at once. 'Well,' he said uncertainly. 'I thought it was. But I don't know. Doyou?'
'I thought it was through those trees there,' said Julian. 'Where that little clearing is?'
They went to it. 'It's not the same clearing, though,' said Anne at once. 'The other clearing had a deadtree at one side. There's no dead tree here.'
'Blow!' said Julian. 'Well - try this way, then.'
They went to the left, and soon found themselves in a thicker part of the wood than ever. Julian'sheart went cold. What an absolute idiot he was! He might have known that it was madness to leavethe only path they knew without marking it in some way.
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Now he hadn't the very faintest idea where the wheel-rut way was. It might be in any direction!
He hadn't even the sun to guide him.
He looked gloomily at Dick. 'Bad show!' said Dick. 'Well - we'll have to make up our minds whichway to go! We can't just stay here.'
'We might go deeper and deeper and deeper,' said Anne, with a sudden little gulp14 of fear. Julian puthis arm round her shoulder.
'Well, if we go deeper and deeper, we shall come out on the other side!' he said. 'It's not an endlesswood, you know.'
'Well, let's go straight on through the wood, then,' said Anne. 'We'll have to come out the other sidesome time.'
The boys didn't tell her that it was impossible to go straight through a wood. It was necessary to goround' clumps15 of bushes, to double back sometimes when they came to an impenetrable part, and togo either to the left or right when clumps of trees barred their way. It was quite impossible to gostraight through.
'For all I know we're probably going round and round in circles, like people do when they're lost inthe desert,' he thought. He blamed himself bitterly for having left the wheel-ruts.
They made their way on and on for about two or three hours, and then Anne stumbled and fell. 'I can'tgo on any further,' she wept. 'I must have a rest.'
Dick glanced at his watch and whistled. Where ever had the time gone? It was almost three o'clock.
He sat down by Anne and pulled her close to him. 'What we want is a jolly good meal,'
he said. 'We've had nothing since breakfast.'
Anne said she still wasn't hungry, but when she smelt16 the meat sandwiches that Joan had made shechanged her mind. She was soon eating with the others, and feeling much better.
'There's nothing to drink, unfortunately,' said Dick. 'But Joan's packed tomatoes and plums, too -so we'll have those instead of a drink. They're nice and juicy.'
They ate everything, though secretly Julian wondered if it was a good thing to wolf all their food atonce. There was no telling how long they might be lost in Ravens17 Wood! Joan might get worriedsooner or later and tell the police they had gone there, and a search would be made. But it might beages before they were found.
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Anne fell asleep after her meal. The boys talked softly over her head. 'I don't much like this,' saidDick. 'We set out to find George - and all we've done is to lose ourselves. We don't seem to bemanaging this adventure as well as we usually do.'
'If we don't get out before dark we'll have to make up some kind of bed under a bush,' said Julian.
'We'll have another go when Anne wakes - and we'll do a bit of yelling, too. Then if we're still lost,we'll bed down for the night.'
But when darkness came - and it came very early in that thick wood, they were still as much lost asever. They were all hoarse18 with shouting, too.
In silence they pulled bracken from an open space and piled it under a sheltering bush. 'Thankgoodness it's warm tonight,' said Dick, trying to sound cheerful. 'Well - we'll all feel much morelively in the morning. Cuddle up to me, Anne, and keep warm. That's right. Julian's on the other sideof you! This is quite an adventure.'
'I don't like adventures,' said Anne, in a small voice, and immediately fell asleep.
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