“That rather settles it,” said Julian. “Two Really Bad Eggs. Look — here are their photographs.”

The four leaned over the paper, looking at the pictures of the two men. “Well, I should have thought anyone would recognize Terry-Kane if they saw him,” said Anne. “Those big, thick, arched eyebrows, and that enormous forehead. If I saw anyone with eyebrows like that I’d think they weren’t real!”

“He’ll shave them off,” said Dick. “Then he’ll look completely different. Probably stick them on his upper lip upside down and use them for moustaches!”

“Don’t be so silly,” said George, with a giggle. “The other fellow is very ordinary-looking, except for his dome of a head. Pity none of us four have got great foreheads — I suppose we must be rather stupid people!”

“We’re not so bad,” said Julian. “We’ve had to use our brains many times in all our adventures — and we haven’t come off so badly!”

“Let’s clear up and then go for a walk again,” said Anne. “If we don’t I shall fall asleep. This sun is so gloriously hot, it’s really cooking me.”

“Yes — we’d better go for a walk,” said Julian, getting up. “Shall we go and see the castle, do you think? Or shall we leave that for another day?”

“Leave it,” said Anne. “I honestly don’t feel like clambering up that steep hill just now. I think the morning would be a better time!”

They cleared up and then locked the two caravans and set out. Julian looked back. Some of the fair-folk were sitting together, eating a meal. They watched the children in silence. It wasn’t very pleasant somehow.

“They don’t exactly love us, do they?” said Dick. “Now you listen, Timmy — don’t you go accepting any titbits from people here, see?”

“Oh, Dick!” said George, in alarm, “you surely don’t think they would harm Timmy?”

“No, I don’t really,” said Dick. “But we might as well be careful. As the rubber man pointed out to us this morning, us-folk and his-folk think differently about some things. It just can’t be helped. But I do wish they’d let us be friendly. I don’t like this kind of thing.”

“Well, anyway I shall keep Timmy to heel all the time,” said George, making up her mind firmly. “Timmy, to heel! Please understand that as long as we are in the caravan field you must walk to heel? Do you understand?”

“Woof-woof,” said Timmy, and immediately kept so close to George’s ankles that his nose kept bumping into them.

They decided to catch the bus to Tinkers’ Green, and then walk from there to the sea. They would have time to get there and back before dark. The bus was waiting at the corner, and they ran to catch it. It was about two miles to Tinkers’ Green, which was a dear little village, with a proper green and a duck-pond with white ducks swimming on it.