Five go off to camp
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When the FAMOUS FIVE go camping, in the company of Julian and Dick's eccentric school-teacher: Mr Luffy, surely they can't fall into adventure, in the quiet and lonely moorland that surrounds them? But, of course, somehow, they manage too, and find themselves on the trail of Spook Trains that appear, out of nowhere, in the dead of the night!
Accompanied by their new friend, from a local farm: Jock, they venture out into the night, to investigate the extraordinary appearance of these peculiar trains, only to expose themselves to some of the most dangerous criminals they have faced, yet…
Enid Blyton
Five go off to camp
The Famous Five - 7
ePub r1.1
Titivillus 27.08.2020
Título original: Five go off to camp
Enid Blyton, 1948
Ilustraciones: Eileen Alice Soper
Diseño de cubierta: Eileen Alice Soper
Editor digital: Titivillus
ePub base r2.1
Chapter One
Holiday time
“Two jolly fine tents, four groundsheets, four sleeping-bags — I say, what about Timmy? Isn’t he going to have a sleeping-bag, too?” said Dick, with a grin.
The other three children laughed, and Timmy, the dog, thumped his tail hard on the ground.
“Look at him,” said George. “He’s laughing, too! He’s got his mouth stretched wide open.”
They all looked at Timmy. He really did look as if a wide grin stretched his hairy mouth from side to side.
“He’s a darling,” said Anne, hugging him. “Best dog in the world, aren’t you, Timmy?”
“Woof!” said Timmy, agreeing. He gave Anne a wet lick on her nose.
The four children, Julian, tall and strong for his age, Dick, George and Anne were busy planning a camping holiday. George was a girl, not a boy, but she would never answer to her real name, Georgina. With her freckled face and short, curly hair she really did look more like a boy than a girl.
“It’s absolutely wizard, being allowed to go on a camping holiday all by ourselves,” said Dick. “I never thought our parents would allow it, after the terrific adventure we had last summer, when we went off in caravans.”
“Well — we shan’t be quite all by ourselves,” said Anne. “Don’t forget we’ve got Mr. Luffy to keep an eye on us. He’ll be camping quite near.”
“Pooh! Old Luffy!” said Dick, with a laugh. “He won’t know if we’re there or not. So long as he can study his precious moorland insects, he won’t bother about us.”
“Well, if it hadn’t been that he was going to camp, too, we wouldn’t have been allowed to go,” said Anne. “I heard Daddy say so.”
Mr. Luffy was a master at the boys’ school, an elderly, dreamy fellow with a passion for studying all kinds of insect-life. Anne avoided him when he carried about boxes of insect specimens, because sometimes they escaped and came crawling out. The boys liked him and thought him fun, but the idea of Mr. Luffy keeping an eye on them struck them as very comical.