Famous Five: 3: Five Run Away Together
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Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy the dog find excitement and adventure wherever they go in Enid Blyton's most popular series.
In their third adventure, the Famous Five discover that someone has been on George's island. And what is locked in the mysterious trunk hidden on Kirrin Island?
The Famous Five think they're on the trail of smugglers - until they hear a child scream...
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won’t,” said George, quickly. “I shall say it was my idea. If I do wrong, I’m not afraid to own up to it. You know that.” “Well, we won’t argue that now,” said Julian. “We shall have at least a week or ten days on Kirrin Island to do all the arguing we want to. The thing islet’s get back now, wake up the others for a bit, and have a nice quiet talk in the dead of night about this plan of yours. I must say it’s a very, very good idea!” George was overjoyed. “I feel as if I could hug you,
with a jump. Some queer noise had awakened him. He lay still, listening. Timothy was growling deeply, right down in his throat. “R-r-r-r-r-r-r,” he went. “Gr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!” George awoke too, and put out her hand sleepily. “What’s the matter, Tim?” she said. “He’s heard something, George,” said Julian, in a low voice from his bed .on the other side of the cave. George sat up cautiously. Timmy was still growling. “Sh!” said George and he stopped. He was sitting up straight, his ears well
underground passages, till it seemed as if a thousand cows had wandered there and were mooing together. “MooooooOOOOOOOO, oooooMOOOOOOO!” The Sticks listened in amazement and fright at the sudden awful noise. “What is it, Ma?” said Edgar, almost in tears. Stinker crouched at the back of the cave, terrified. “It’s cows,” said Mr. Stick, amazed. “Them there’s cows. Can’t you hear the moos? But how did cows get to be here?” “Nonsense!” said Mrs. Stick, recovering herself a little. “Cows
George did begin to be a pig, and gave such a realistic snort and grunt that Dick nearly died of laughing. The snorts and grunts were echoed everywhere. “Come out” gasped Julian, at last. “I shall burst with trying not to laugh. Come out!” “Come out!” whispered the echoes. “Come out, out, out!” They stumbled out, stuffing hankies into their mouths as they went, following Julian’s chalk-marks easily by the light of his torch. It was impossible to take the wrong passage if they followed his
boat as well as any fisher-boy, and swimming faster than them all. “We’ll go to the island tomorrow then,” said Julian. “We’ll just picnic on the beach today. Then we’ll go for a walk.” So they picnicked on the sands with Timothy sharing more than half their lunch. The sandwiches were not very nice. The bread was too stale; there was not enough butter inside, and they were far too thick. But Timothy didn’t mind. He gobbled up as many as he could, his tail wagging so hard that it sent sand over