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They walked up the little hill and down again, following curving rabbit-paths. ‘Better look out for adders,’ said Anne. ‘This is just the kind of place for them. My word, it’s hot, George. Is there anywhere to bathe near here - a pool or anything?’
‘I don’t know. We could explore and see,’ said George. ‘I did bring my swim-suit just in case. Look - you can see part of the old cottage now. My camp is fairly near there. I thought I’d better camp near the spring.’
They were soon at George’s rough little camp. Her tent was up, and she had made a bed inside of the springy heather. A mug, a bag of dog biscuits, a few tins, and a loaf of bread were at one end of the tent. It didn’t seem to Anne as if George had brought very much, and she felt glad that she had managed to pack such a lot of things.
‘Aunt Fanny cut dozens and dozens of sandwiches,’ said Anne. ‘She said if we kept them in this tin they wouldn’t go stale, and would last us a day or two till we went back. I’m hungry. Shall we have some now?’
They sat out in the sun, munching the ham sandwiches. Anne had brought tomatoes too, and they took a bite at a sandwich and then a bite at a tomato. Timmy had to make do with a handful of dog biscuits and half a sandwich every now and again. After a bit he got up and wandered off.
‘Where’s he going?’ asked Anne. ‘To look for a rabbit?’
‘No. Probably to get a drink,’ said George. ‘The spring is in the direction he’s gone. I’m thirsty too - let’s take the mug and get a drink ourselves.’
They went off with the mug, Anne following George through the thick heather. The little spring was a lovely one. It had evidently been used by the people who had once lived in the old cottage, and was built round with big white stones, so that the spring ran through a little stony channel, as clear as crystal.
‘Oooh - it’s as cold as ice!’ said Anne. ‘Simply delicious! I could drink gallons of this!’
They lay on the heather out in the sun, talking, when they came back from the spring. Timmy wandered off by himself again.
‘It’s so peaceful here,’ said Anne. ‘Nobody near us for miles. Just the birds and the rabbits. This is what I like!’
‘There’s hardly a sound,’ said George, yawning.
And then, just as she said that, there came a noise in the distance. A sharp sound, like metal on stone. It came again and again and then stopped.
‘What’s that, do you suppose?’ said George, sitting up.
‘I can’t imagine,’ said Anne. ‘Anyway, it’s a long way away - everything is so still that sounds carry from quite a distance.’
The sharp noises began again in a little while and then stopped. The girls shut their eyes, and slept. There wasn’t a sound now except the pop-pop-pop of gorse pads exploding in the sun and sending out their little black seeds.
George woke up when Timmy came back. He sat down heavily on her feet and she woke up with a jump.
‘Timmy! Don’t!’ she said. ‘Get off my feet, you made me jump!’ Timmy obligingly removed himself and then picked up something he had dropped, lay down and began gnawing it. George looked to see what it was.
‘Timmy! That’s a bone! Where did you get it?’ she said. ‘Anne, did you bring a bone for Tim?’
‘What? What did you say?’ said Anne, half asleep. ‘A bone. No, I didn’t. Why?’
‘Because Timmy’s found one,’ said George, ‘and it’s a bone that has had cooked meat on it, so it’s not a rabbit or anything Timmy’s caught. Timmy, where did you get it.”
‘Woof,’ said Timmy, offering the bone to George, thinking that she too might like a gnaw, as she seemed so interested in it.
‘Do you suppose anyone else is camping near us?’ asked Anne, sitting up and yawning. ‘After all, bones don’t grow in the heather. That’s quite a good meaty one, too. Timmy, have you stolen it from another dog?’
Timmy thumped his tail on the ground and went on with his bone. He looked pleased with himself.
‘It’s rather an old bone,’ said George. ‘It’s smelly. Go away, Tim - take it further off.’
The sharp metallic noises suddenly began again and George frowned. ‘I believe there is someone camping near us, Anne. Come on - let’s do a bit of exploring and find out. I vote we move our camp if there are other people near. Come on, Timmy - that’s right, bury that horrible bone! This way Anne!’


Chapter Three

THE OLD COTTAGE - AND A SURPRISE

The two girls, with Timmy at their heels, left their camping-place and set off in the hot sun. Anne caught sight of the ruined cottage and stopped.
‘Let’s have a look at it,’ she said. ‘It must be awfully old, George.’
They went in at the wide doorway. There was no door left, only the stone archway. Inside was a big room, whose floor had once been paved with slabs of white stone. Now grass and other weeds had grown between the cracks, and had actually lifted up some of the slabs so that the whole floor was uneven.
Here and there parts of the walls had fallen away, and the daylight came through. One window was still more or less intact, but the others had fallen out. A small crooked stairway of stone led upwards in one corner.
‘To rooms above, I suppose,’ said Anne. ‘Oh, here’s another doorway, leading into a second room - a small one. It’s got an old sink in it, look - and this must be the remains of a pump.’
‘There’s not much to see, really,’ said George, looking round. ‘The top rooms must be quite ruined, because half the roof is off. Hallo, here’s another door - a back door. It’s actually a door too, not just a doorway.’
She gave a push at the stout wood - and the old door promptly fell off its hinges and crashed outwards into an over-grown yard.
‘Goodness!’ said George, startled. ‘I didn’t know it was quite so rotten. It made poor Tim jump almost out of his skin!’
‘There are out-houses here - or the remains of them,’ said Anne, exploring the back-yard. ‘They must have kept pigs and hens and ducks. Here’s a dried-up pond, look.’
Everything was falling to pieces. The best preserved corner of the old place was what must have been a small stable. Rusted mangers were still there and the floor was of stone. An old, old piece of harness hung on a big nail.
‘It’s got quite a nice ‘feel’ about it, this old place,’ said Anne. ‘Sometimes I don’t like the feel of places - they give me an uneasy feeling, a feeling that horrid things may have happened there. But this is quite different. I think people have been happy here, and led peaceful lives. I can almost hear hens clucking and ducks quacking, and pigs gr...’
‘Quack, quack, quack! Quack!’
‘Cuck-cuk-cuk-cuk-cuk! Cuck-cuk-cuk-cuk-cuk!’
Anne clutched George and the two girls looked extremely startled to hear the sudden loud noise of quacking and clucking. They stood and listened.
‘What was it?’ said Anne. ‘It sounded like hens and ducks - though I’m not quite sure. But there aren’t any here, surely. We shall hear a horse whinnying next!’
They didn’t hear a whinny - but they heard the snorting of a horse at once. ‘Hmrr-umph! Hrrrrr-umph!’
Both girls were now quite alarmed. They looked for Timmy. He was nowhere to be seen! Wherever could he have got to?
‘Cuck-cuk-cuk-cuk-cuk!’