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Julian fetched the little radio set and took it out of its waterproof case. He switched on, and a voice came loudly from the set. Julian lowered the volume to make it softer. „It"s the seven o"clock news," he said. „We"ll hear it, shall we?"
But it was almost the end of the news, and the voice soon stopped to give way to an announcer. Yes - it was going to be the Pastoral Symphony now. Soon the first notes came softly from the little radio, and it seemed to set the countryside around to music. The four settled down in the heather to listen, lying half-propped up to watch the changing colours of the view in front of them as the sun sank lower.
The bank of cloud on the horizon was higher now, and the sun would soon slip behind it, for it was coming up fast. What a pity!
And then, cutting across the music, came another sound - the sound of an aeroplane.
R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r!
It sounded so very loud that Dick and Julian leapt to their feet, and Timmy began to bark loudly.
„Where is it?" said Dick, puzzled. „It sounds so jolly near. I wonder if it"s Cousin Jeff"s!"
„There it is - coming up over the back of the hil !" said Julian, and as he spoke a small aeroplane appeared over the brow of the hil , and circled once before it flew down to the airfield.
The four children could plainly see the number painted underneath. „5 - 6 - 9," began Julian, and Dick gave a shout.
„It"s Jeff"s plane! It is - that"s his number! Wave, everybody, wave!"
So they all waved madly, though they felt sure that Jeff wouldn"t see them, tucked away in their camp on the hil -side. They watched the plane fly down to the airfield, circle round, and land neatly on the runway. It came to a stop.
Julian looked through his glasses and saw a small figure leap from the plane. „I bet it"s Jeff," he said. „Gosh - I do wish I had a plane to fly over the hil s and far away!"
Chapter Eleven
A STORMY NIGHT
The Five soon began to prepare for their evening meal, and Timmy trotted about pretending to help, always hopeful of being allowed to carry a loaf of bread or piece of cold ham in his mouth. But he was never lucky!
As they sat eating their meal, Julian glanced uneasily at the western sky again. „The rain"s certainly coming," he said. „That cloud has covered half the sky now, and swallowed up the evening sun. I think we ought to put up the tents."
„Blow! I suppose we ought," said George.
„And we"d better do it quickly," said Dick. „I distinctly felt a nasty cold wind just then - the first real y cold air since we came here. We shall certainly want to roll up in our rugs tonight!"
„Well, let"s get the things out from under the old gorse-bush," said Julian. „It won"t take long to put up the tents if we all get to work."
In three-quarters of an hour the tents were up, set nicely in the shelter of the giant gorse-bush. „A good, business-like job," said Dick, pleased. „It would take a hurricane to blow the tents away - we"ll be quite al right here. Let"s pul up some more heather and pile it in the tents. We shall want our rugs to wrap ourselves in, not to lie on tonight, so we might as well make our beds as soft as possible."
They piled heather into the tents, spread their macs there, too, and then looked at the sky. Yes, there was no doubt about it - there was rain coming and probably a storm! Stil , it might clear tomorrow, and be as fine as ever. If it wasn"t they would go and explore the caves that Toby had told them about.
It was now almost dark and the children decided that they would al get into one tent and have the radio on again. They called Timmy, but he preferred to be outside.
They set the radio going - but almost immediately Timmy began to bark. George switched off at once.
„That"s the bark he gives when somebody is coming," she said. „I wonder who it is?"
„Toby, to say we"d better go to the farm for the night," guessed Dick.
„Mr Gringle hunting for moths!" said
Julian fetched the little radio set and took it out of its waterproof case. He switched on, and a voice came loudly from the set. Julian lowered the volume to make it softer. „It"s the seven o"clock news," he said. „We"ll hear it, shall we?"
But it was almost the end of the news, and the voice soon stopped to give way to an announcer. Yes - it was going to be the Pastoral Symphony now. Soon the first notes came softly from the little radio, and it seemed to set the countryside around to music. The four settled down in the heather to listen, lying half-propped up to watch the changing colours of the view in front of them as the sun sank lower.
The bank of cloud on the horizon was higher now, and the sun would soon slip behind it, for it was coming up fast. What a pity!
And then, cutting across the music, came another sound - the sound of an aeroplane.
R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r!
It sounded so very loud that Dick and Julian leapt to their feet, and Timmy began to bark loudly.
„Where is it?" said Dick, puzzled. „It sounds so jolly near. I wonder if it"s Cousin Jeff"s!"
„There it is - coming up over the back of the hil !" said Julian, and as he spoke a small aeroplane appeared over the brow of the hil , and circled once before it flew down to the airfield.
The four children could plainly see the number painted underneath. „5 - 6 - 9," began Julian, and Dick gave a shout.
„It"s Jeff"s plane! It is - that"s his number! Wave, everybody, wave!"
So they all waved madly, though they felt sure that Jeff wouldn"t see them, tucked away in their camp on the hil -side. They watched the plane fly down to the airfield, circle round, and land neatly on the runway. It came to a stop.
Julian looked through his glasses and saw a small figure leap from the plane. „I bet it"s Jeff," he said. „Gosh - I do wish I had a plane to fly over the hil s and far away!"
Chapter Eleven
A STORMY NIGHT
The Five soon began to prepare for their evening meal, and Timmy trotted about pretending to help, always hopeful of being allowed to carry a loaf of bread or piece of cold ham in his mouth. But he was never lucky!
As they sat eating their meal, Julian glanced uneasily at the western sky again. „The rain"s certainly coming," he said. „That cloud has covered half the sky now, and swallowed up the evening sun. I think we ought to put up the tents."
„Blow! I suppose we ought," said George.
„And we"d better do it quickly," said Dick. „I distinctly felt a nasty cold wind just then - the first real y cold air since we came here. We shall certainly want to roll up in our rugs tonight!"
„Well, let"s get the things out from under the old gorse-bush," said Julian. „It won"t take long to put up the tents if we all get to work."
In three-quarters of an hour the tents were up, set nicely in the shelter of the giant gorse-bush. „A good, business-like job," said Dick, pleased. „It would take a hurricane to blow the tents away - we"ll be quite al right here. Let"s pul up some more heather and pile it in the tents. We shall want our rugs to wrap ourselves in, not to lie on tonight, so we might as well make our beds as soft as possible."
They piled heather into the tents, spread their macs there, too, and then looked at the sky. Yes, there was no doubt about it - there was rain coming and probably a storm! Stil , it might clear tomorrow, and be as fine as ever. If it wasn"t they would go and explore the caves that Toby had told them about.
It was now almost dark and the children decided that they would al get into one tent and have the radio on again. They called Timmy, but he preferred to be outside.
They set the radio going - but almost immediately Timmy began to bark. George switched off at once.
„That"s the bark he gives when somebody is coming," she said. „I wonder who it is?"
„Toby, to say we"d better go to the farm for the night," guessed Dick.
„Mr Gringle hunting for moths!" said
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