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"Oh yesЧthen the Sticks will think we've run away, and gone to catch; the train back home," said Anne. "They will never guess we've gone to the island."
"That's a good idea," said George, pleased. "But how shall we know when Father and Mother get back?"
"Is there anyone you could leave a message withЧsomebody you could really trust?" asked Julian.
George thought hard. "There's Alf the fisher-boy," she said at last. "He used to look after Tim for me when I wasn't allowed to have him in the house. I know he'd not give us away."
"We'll call on Alf before we go then," said Julian. "Now, let's look for that time-table and lay it open on the table at the right place."
They hunted for the time-table, found the right page, and underlined the train they hoped that the Sticks would think they were catching. They found the tin and bottle openers,and put them into their pockets. Julian found two or three more boxes of matches too. He thought two would not last long enough.
By this time dawn had come and the house was being flooded with early sunshine. "I wonder if the baker is open," said Julian. "We might as well go and see. It's about six o'clock."
They went to the baker. He was not open, but the new loaves had already been made. The baker was outside, sunning himself. He had baked his bread at night, ready to sell it new-made in the morning. He grinned at the children.
"Up early today," he said. "What, you want some of my loavesЧhow many? Six! Good gracious, whatever for?"
"To eat," said George, grinning. Julian paid for six enormous loaves, and they went to the butcher's. His shop was not open either, but the butcher himself was
sweeping the path outside. "Could we buy a very big bone for Timmy, please?" asked George. She got an enormous one, and Timmy looked at it longingly. Such a bone would last him for days, he knew!
"Now," said Julian, as they set off to the boat, "we'll pack these things into the boat, then'go back to the house, and make a noise so that the Sticks know we're there. Then we'll set off across the moors, and hope the Sticks will think we are making for the train."
They woke Dick, who was still sleeping peacefully in the boat, and packed in the bread and bone.
"Take the boat into the next cove," said George. "Can you do that? We shall be hidden there from anyone on the beach then. The fishermen are all out in their boats, fishing. We shan't be seen, if we set offin about an hour's time. We'll be back by then."
They went back to the house and made a noise as if they were just getting up. George whistled to Timmy, and Julian sang at the top of his voice. Then, with a great banging of doors they set out down the path and cut across the moors, in full sight of the kitchen window.
"Hope the Sticks won't notice Dick isn't with us," said Julian, seeing Edgar staring out of the window. "I expect they'll think he's gone ahead."
They kept to the path until they came to a dip, where they were hidden from any watcher at Kirrin Cottage. Then they took another path that led them, unseen, to the cove where Dick had taken the boat. He was there, waiting anxiously for them.
"Ahoy there!" yelled Julian, in excitement. "The adventure is about to begin."
Chapter Ten.
KIRRIN ISLAND ONCE MORE!
THEY all clambered into the boat. Timothy leapt in lightly and ran to the prow, where he always stood. His tongue hung out in excitement. He knew quite well that something was upЧand he was in it! No wonder he panted and wagged his tail hard.
"Off we go!" said Julian, taking the oars. "Sit over there a bit, Anne. The luggage is weighing "down the boat awfully the other end. Dick, sit by Anne to keep the balance better. That's right. Off we go!"
And off they went in George's boat, rocking up and down on the waves. The sea was fairly calm, but a good breeze blew through their hair. The water splashed round the boat and made a nice gurgly, friendly noise. The children all felt very happy. They were on their own. They were escaping from the horrid Sticks. They were going to stay on Kirrin Island, with the rabbits and gulls and jackdaws.
"Doesn't that new-made bread smell awfully good?" said Dick, feeling very hungry as usual. "Can we just grab a bit, do you think?"
"Yes, let's," said George. So they broke off bits of the warm brown crust, handed some to Julian, who was rowing, and chewed the delicious new-made bread. Timmy got a bit too, but his was gone as soon as it went into his mouth.

"Timmy's funny," said Anne. "He never eats his food as we doЧhe seems to drink itЧjust takes it into his mouth and swallows it, as if it was water!"
The others laughed. "He doesn't drink his bones." said George. "He always eats those all rightЧchews on them for hours and hours. Don't you, Timothy?"
"Woof!" said Timmy, agreeing. He eyed the place where that enormous bone was, wishing he could have it now. But the children wouldn't let him. They were afraid it might go overboard, and that would be a pity.
"I don't believe anyone has noticed us going," said Julian. "Except Alf the fisher-boy, of course. We told him about going to the island, Dick, but nobody else."
They had called at Alf's house on their way to the cove. Alf was alone in the yard at the back.: His mother was away and his father was out fishing. They had told him their secret, and Alf had nodded his tousled head and promised faithfully to tell nobody at all. He was evidently very proud at being trusted.
"If my mother and father come back, you must let us know," said George. "Sail as near the island as you dare, and hail us. You can get nearer to it than anyone else."
"I'll do that," promised Alf, wishing he could go with them.
"So, you see, Dick," said Julian, as he rowed out to the island, "if by any chance Aunt Fanny does return sooner than we expect, we shall know at once and come back. I think we've planned everything very well."
"Yes, we have," said Dick. He turned and faced the island, which was coming nearer. "We shall soon be there. Isn't George going to take the oars and guide the boat in?"
"Yes," said George. "We've come to the difficult bit now, where we've got to weave our way in and out of the different rocks that keep sticking up. Give me the oars,
Ju."
She took the oars, and the others watched in admiration as the girl guided the big boat skillfully in and out of the hidden rocks. She certainly was very clever. They felt perfectly safe with her.
The boat slid into the little cove. It was a natural harbour, with the water running up to a stretch of sand. High rocks sheltered it. The children jumped out eagerly, and four pairs of willing hands tugged the boat quickly up the sand. .
"Higher up still," panted George. "You know what awful storms suddenly blow up in this bay. We want to be sure the boat is quite safe, no matter how high the seas run."
The boat soon lay on one side, high up the stretch of sand. The children sat down, puffing and blowing. "Let's have breakfast here," said Julian. "I don't feel like unloading all those heavy things at the moment. We'll get what we want for breakfast, and have it here on this warm bit of sand."
They got a loaf of new bread, some cold ham, a few tomatoes and a pot of jam. Anne found knives and forks and plates. Julian opened two bottles of ginger-beer.
"Funny sort of breakfast," he said, setting the bottles down on the sand, "But simply gorgeous when anyone is as hungry as we are."
They ate everything except about a third of the loaf. Timmy was given his bone and some of his own biscuits.
He crunched up the biscuits at once, and then sat down contentedly to gnaw the fine bone.
"How nice to be TimmyЧwith no plate or knife or fork or cup to bother about," said Anne, lying on her back in the sun, feeling that she really couldn't eat anything more. "Oh, if we are always going to have mixed-up meals like this on the island, I shall never want to go back. Who would have thought that ham and jam and ginger-beer would go so well together?"
Timmy was thirsty. He sat with his tongue hanging out wishing that George would give him a drink. He didn't like ginger-beer.
George eyed him lazily.
"Oh TimmyЧare you thirsty?" she said. "Oh dear, J feel as if I really can't get up! You'll have to wait a few minutes, then I'll go to the boat and empty out some water for you."
But Timothy couldn't wait. He went off to some nearby rocks, which were out of reach of the sea. In a hole in one of them he found some rain-water, and he lapped it up eagerly. The children heard him lapping it, and laughed.