slept soundly in their room, and George and Anne slept without stirring in theirs. Berta was up in Joan"s attic room, and hadn"t moved since she had flopped into bed.
Timmy was on George"s feet, as usual, and Sally the poodle was curled up in the crook of Berta"s knees, looking like a bal of black wool! Nobody stirred.
A black cloud crept up the sky and blotted out the stars one by one. Then a low roll of thunder came. It was far off, and only a rumble, but it woke both the dogs, and it woke Anne too.
She opened her eyes, wondering what the noise was. Then she knew - it was thunder.
„Oh, I hope a storm won"t come and break up this wonderful weather!" she thought, as she lay and listened. She turned towards the open window and looked for the stars, but there were none to see.
„Well, if a storm"s coming, I"l go and watch it at the window," thought Anne. „It should be a magnificent sight over Kirrin Bay. I"m so hot too - I"d like a breath of fresh air at the window!"
She got quietly out of bed and padded over to the open window. She leaned out, sniffing the cool air outside. The night was very dark indeed, because of the great black cloud.
The thunder came again, but not very near - just a low growl. Timmy jumped off George"s bed and went to join Anne. He put his great paws up on the windowsil and looked out solemnly over the bay.
And then both he and Anne heard another sound - a faraway chug-chug-chug-chug-chug.
„It"s a motor-boat," said Anne, listening. „Isn"t it Timmy? Someone"s having a very late trip!
Can you see any ship-lights, Tim? I can"t."
The engine of the motor-boat cut out just then, and there was complete silence except for the swish-swash-swish of the waves on the beach. Anne strained her eyes to see if she could spot any light anywhere to show where the motor-boat was. It sounded quite far out on the bay. Why had it stopped on the water? Why hadn"t it gone to the jetty?
Then she did see a light, but a very faint one, right out at the entrance of the bay, about the middle. It shone for a while, moved here and there, and then disappeared. Anne was puzzled.
„Surely that"s just about where Kirrin Island is?" she whispered to Timmy. „Is anyone there?
Has the motor-boat gone there, do you suppose? Well, we"ll listen to see if it leaves again and goes away."
But no further sound came from across the bay, and no light shone either. „Perhaps the motor-boat is behind Kirrin Island," thought Anne, suddenly. „And then I wouldn"t be able to see any lights on it - the island would hide the boat and its lights. But what was that moving light I saw? Was it someone on the island? Oh dear, my eyes are getting so sleepy again that I can hardly keep them open. Perhaps I didn"t hear or see anything after al !"
There was no more thunder, and no lightning at all. The big black cloud began to thin out and one or two stars appeared in the gaps. Anne yawned and crawled into bed. Timmy jumped back on George"s bed and curled himself up with a little sigh.
In the morning Anne had almost forgotten her watch at the open window the night before. It was only when Joan mentioned that a big storm had burst over a town fifty miles away that Anne remembered the thunder she had heard.
„Oh!" she said, suddenly. „Yes - I heard thunder too, and I got out of bed, hoping to watch a storm. But it didn"t come. And I heard a motor-boat far out on the bay, but I couldn"t see any lights - except for a faint, moving one I thought was on Kirrin Island."
George sat up in her chair as if she had had an electric shock. „On Kirrin Island! Whatever do you mean? Nobody"s there. Nobody"s al owed there!"
„Well - I may have been mistaken," said Anne. „I was so very sleepy. I didn"t hear the motor-boat go away. I just went back to bed."
„You might have waked me, if you thought you saw a light on my island," said George.
„You real y might!"
„Oh, Miss Anne - it wouldn"t be kidnappers, would it!" said Joan, at
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