Five Go Off in a Caravan (Famous Five, Book 5)
Enid Blyton
Language: English
Pages: 91
ISBN: B002A4FN60
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A caravan holiday for the Famous Five is bound to be an adventure! And when they stumble across a circus troupe, the gang are thrilled. But some of the circus people have more sinister plans than just clowning around
to watch for Nobby to go out on the lake in his boat. Dick sauntered along, whistling. The farmer’s wife was delighted to see him, and showed him two big baskets full of delicious food. ‘Slices of ham I’ve cured myself,’ she said, lifting up the white cloth that covered one of the baskets. ‘And a pot of brawn I’ve made. Keep it in a cool place. And some fresh lettuces and radishes I pulled myself this morning early. And some more tomatoes.’ ‘How gorgeous!’ said Dick, eyeing the food in
‘And you’ll hide somewhere and watch for the men to come,’ said George. ‘Well, for goodness’ sake don’t let them see you, Julian. You won’t have Timmy, you know! Those men could make mincemeat of you if they wanted to.’ ‘Oh, they’d want to all right. I know that,’ said Julian grimly. ‘But you can be sure I’ll be jolly well hidden.’ ‘I don’t see why we can’t have a good look round and see if we can’t find the cave or whatever it is the men want to come to,’ said Dick. ‘If they can find it, we
passage, eager to get out into the night and go with their wagon down the track. They got a terrible shock when they found that the hole was closed. Lou shone his torch upwards, and gazed in amazement at the underside of the boards. Someone had put them back into place again. They were prisoners now! Tiger Dan went mad. One of his furious rages overtook him, and he hammered against those boards like a mad-man. But the heavy stones held them down, and the raging man dropped down beside Lou.
flew up into the roof of the cave and fell somewhere with a crash. It went out. Now the cave was in darkness. ‘Get back into the tunnel, George, with Anne,’ yelled Julian. ‘Timmy, Timmy, come on! Pongo, come here!’ ‘I don’t want Timmy to be shot!’ cried out George, in terror, as the dog shot past her into the cave. Even as she spoke a shot rang out. It was Lou, shooting blindly at where he thought Timmy was. George screamed. ‘Oh, Timmy, Timmy! You’re not hurt, are you?’ CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
plates?’ said Anne. ‘I don’t know which would be nicer.’ ‘There’s more water to spare in the stream,’ said Julian. ‘Hurry up, won’t you, because I want to lock your caravan door so that you’ll be safe.’ ‘Lock our door!’ said George, indignantly. ‘You jolly well won’t! Nobody’s going to lock me in! I might think I’d like to take a walk in the moonlight or something.’ ‘Yes, but a tramp or somebody might …’ began Julian. George interrupted him scornfully. ‘What about Timmy? You know jolly well