Now they were in the curious place between the two walls which were built right across the place where the second tunnel forked from the first one. The place where the spook-train stood in silence - the place where George was, still hidden in one of the trucks with Timmy! But n.o.body knew that, of course; not even Mr Andrews guessed that a girl and a dog were listening in a truck nearby!
He put on a torch and flashed it in the faces of the three boys, who, although they were not showing any fear, felt rather scared all the same. This was so weird and unexpected, and they had no idea where they were at all.
"You were warned not to go down to that yard," said the voice of one of the men. "You were told it was a bad and dangerous place. So it is. And you"ve got to suffer for not taking heed of the warning! You"ll be tied up and left here till we"ve finished our business. Maybe that"ll be three days, maybe it"ll be three weeks!"
"Look here, you can"t keep us prisoner for all that time!" said Julian, alarmed. "Why, there will be search parties out for us all over the place! They will be sure to find us."
"Oh, no they won"t," said the voice. "n.o.body will find you here. Now, Peters - tie "em up!"
Peters tied the three boys up. They had their legs tied, and their arms too, and were set down roughly against a wall. Julian protested again.
"What are you doing this for? We"re quite harmless. We don"t know a thing about your business, whatever it is."
"We"re not taking any chances," said the voice. It was not Mr Andrews"s voice, but a firm, strong one, full of determination and a large amount of annoyance.
"What about Mum?" said Jock suddenly, to his stepfather. "She"ll be worried."
"Well, let her be worried," said the voice again, answering before Mr Andrews could say a word. "It"s your own fault. You were warned."
The feet of the four men moved away. Then there came the same noises again as the boys had heard before. They were made by the hole in the wall closing up, but the boys didn"t know that. They couldn"t imagine what they were. The noises stopped and there was dead silence. There was also pitch darkness. The three boys strained their ears, and felt sure that the men had gone.
"Well! The brutes! Whatever are they up to?" said Julian in a low voice, trying to loosen the ropes round his hands.
"They"ve got some secret to hide," said d.i.c.k. "Gosh, they"ve tied my feet so tightly that the rope is cutting into my flesh."
"What"s going to happen?" came Jock"s scared voice. This adventure didn"t seem quite so grand to him now.
"Sh!" said Julian suddenly. "I can hear something!"
They all lay and listened. What was it they could hear?
"It"s - it"s a dbg whining," said d.i.c.k, suddenly.
It was. It was Timmy in the truck with George. He had heard the voices of the boys he knew, and he wanted to get to them. But George, not sure yet that the men had gone, still had her hand on his collar. Her heart beat for joy to think she was alone no longer. The three boys - and Anne, too, perhaps - were there, in the same strange place as she and Timmy were.
The boys listened hard. The whining came again. Then, George let go her hold of Timmy"s collar, and he leapt headlong out of the truck. His feet pattered eagerly over the ground. He went straight to the boys in the darkness, and Julian felt a wet tongue licking his face. A warm body pressed against him, and a little bark told him who it was.
"Timmy! I say, d.i.c.k - it"s Timmy!" cried Julian, in joy. "Where did he come from? Timmy, is it really you?"
"Woof," said Timmy, and licked d.i.c.k next and then Jock.
"Where"s George then?" wondered d.i.c.k.
"Here," said a voice, and out of the truck scrambled George, switching on her torch as she did so. She went over to the boys. "Whatever"s happened? How did you come here? Were you captured or something?"
"Yes," said Julian. "But, George-where are we? And what are you doing here too? It"s like a peculiar dream!"
Til cut your ropes first, before I stop to explain anything," said George, and she took out her sharp knife. In a few moments she had cut the boys" bonds, and they all sat up, rubbing their sore ankles and wrists, groaning.
"Thanks, George! Now I feel fine," said Julian, getting up. "Where are we? Gracious, is that an engine there? WhaVs it doing here?"
"That, Julian, is the spook-train!" said George, with a laugh. "Yes, it is, really."
"But we walked all the way down the tunnel and out of the other end, without finding it," said Julian puzzled. "It"s most mysterious."
"Listen, Ju," said George. "You know where that second tunnel is bricked up, don"t you? Well, there"s a way in through the wall - a whole bit of it moves back in a sort of Open-Sesame manner! The spook-train can run in through the hole, on the rails. Once it"s beyond the wall it stops, and the hole is closed up again."
George switched her torch round to show the astonished boys the wall through which they had come. Then she swung her torch to the big wall opposite. "See that?" she said. "There are two walls across this second tunnel, with a big s.p.a.ce in between - where the spook-train hides! Clever, isn"t it?"
"It would be, if I could see any sense in it," said Julian. "But I can"t. Why should anyone mess about with a silly spook-train at night?"
"That"s what we"ve got to find out," said George. "And now"s our chance. Look, Julian - look at all the caves stretching out on either side of the tunnel here. They would make wonderful hiding-places!"
"What for?" said d.i.c.k. "I can"t make head or tail of this!"
George swung her torch on the three boys and then asked a sudden question: "I say - where"s Anne?"
"Anne! She didn"t want to come back with us through the tunnel, so she ran over the moorlands to meet us at the other end, by Olly"s Yard," said Julian. "She"ll be worried stiff, won"t she, when we don"t turn up? I only hope she doesn"t come wandering up the tunnel to meet us - she"ll run into those men if she does."
Everyone felt worried. Anne hated the tunnel and she would be very frightened if people pounced on her in the darkness. Julian turned to George.
"Swing your torch round and let"s see these caves. There doesn"t seem to be anyone here now. We could have a snoop round."
George swung her torch round, and Julian saw vast and apparently fathomless caves stretching out on either side, cut out of the sides of the tunnel. Jock saw something else. By the light of the torch he caught sight of a switch on the wall. Perhaps it opened the hole in the wall.
He crossed to it and pulled it down. Immediately the place was flooded with a bright light. It was a light-switch he had found. They all blinked in the sudden glare.
"That"s better," said Julian, pleased. "Good for you, Jock! Now we can see what we"re doing."
He looked at the spook-train standing silently near them on its rails. It certainly looked very old and forgotten - as if it belonged to the last century, not to this.
"It"s quite a museum piece," said Julian, with interest. "So that"s what we heard puffing in and out of the tunnel at night - old Spooky!"
"I hid in that truck there," said George, pointing, and she told them her own adventure. The boys could hardly believe she had actually puffed into this secret place, hidden on the spook-train itself!
"Come on - now let"s look at these caves," said d.i.c.k. They went over to the nearest one. It was packed with crates and boxes of all kinds. Julian pulled one open and whistled.
"All black market stuff, I imagine. Look here-crates of tea, crates of whisky and brandy, boxes and boxes of stuff- goodness knows what! This is a real black market hiding-place!"
The boys explored a little further. The caves were piled high with valuable stuff, worth thousands of pounds.
"All stolen, I suppose," said d.i.c.k. "But what do they do with it? I mean - how do they dispose of it? They bring it here in the train, of course, and hide it - but they must have some way of getting rid of it."
"Would they repack it on the^rain and run it back to the yard when they had enough lorries to take it away?" said Julian.
"No!" said d.i.c.k. "Of course not. Let me see - they steal it, pile it on to lorries at night, take it somewhere temporarily ..."
"Yes - to my mother"s farm!" said Jock, in a scared voice. "All those lorries there in the barn - that"s what they"re used for! And they come down to Olly"s Yard at night and the stuff is loaded in secret on the old train that comes puffing out to meet them - and then it"s taken back here and hidden!"
"Wheeeee-ew!" Julian whistled. "You"re right, Jock! That"s just what happens. What a cunning plot - to use a perfectly honest little farm as a hiding-place, to stock the farm with black-market men for labourers - no wonder they are such bad workers - and to wait for dark nights to run the stuff down to the yard and load it on the train!"
"Your stepfather must make a lot of money at this game," said d.i.c.k to Jock.
"Yes. That"s why he can afford to pour money into the farm," said Jock, miserably. "Poor Mum. This will break her heart. All the same, I don"t think my step- father"s the chief one in this. There"s somebody behind him."
"Yes," said Julian, thinking of the mean little Mr Andrews, with his big nose and weak chin. "There probably is. Now - I"ve thought of something else. If this stuff is got rid of in any other way except down the tunnel it came up, there must somewhere be a way out of these caves!"
"I believe you"re right," said George. "And if there is - we"ll find it! And what"s more, we"ll escape that way!"
"Come on!" said Julian, and he switched off the glaring light. "Your torch will give enough light now. We"ll try this cave first. Keep your eyes open, all of you!"
18
A way of escape
The four children and Timmy went into the big cave. They made their way round piles of boxes, chests and crates, marvelling at the amount the men must have stolen from time to time.
"These aren"t man-made caves," said Julian. "They"re natural. I expect the roof did perhaps fall in where the two tunnels met, and the entrance between them was actually blocked up."
"But were two walls built then?" said d.i.c.k.
"Oh, no. We can"t guess how it was that this black market hiding-place came into existence," said Julian, "but it might perhaps have been known there were caves here - and when someone came prospecting along the tunnel one day, maybe they even found an old train buried under a roof-fall or something like that."
"And resurrected it, and built another wall secretly for a hiding-place - and used the train for their own purposes!" said d.i.c.k. "Made that secret entrance, too. How ingenious!"
"Or it"s possible the place was built during the last war," said Julian. "Maybe secret experiments were carried on here - and given up afterwards. The place might have been discovered by the black marketeers then, and used in this clever way. We can"t tell!"
They had wandered for a good way in the cave by now, without finding anything of interest beyond the boxes and chests of all kinds of goods. Then they came to where a pile was very neatly arranged, with numbers chalked on boxes that were built up one on top of another. Julian halted.
"Now this looks as if these boxes were about to be shifted off somewhere," he said. "All put in order and numbered. Surely the exit must be somewhere here?"
He took George"s torch from her and flashed it all round. Then he found what he wanted. The beam of light shone steadily on a strong roughly-made wooden door, set in the wall of the cave. They went over to it in excitement.
"This is what we want!" said Julian. "I bet this is the exit to some very lonely part of the moors, not far from a road that lorries can come along to collect any goods carried out of here! There are some very deserted roads over these moors, running in the middle of miles of lonely moorland."
"It"s a clever organisation," said d.i.c.k. "Lorries stored at an innocent farm, full of goods for hiding in the tunnel-caves at a convenient time. The train comes out in the dark to collect the goods, and takes them back here, till the hue and cry after the goods has died down. Then out they go through this door to the moorlands, down to the lorries which come to collect them and whisk them away to the black market!"
"I told you how I saw Peters late one night, locking up the barn, didn"t I?" said Jock, excitedly. "Well, he must have got the lorry full of stolen goods then - and the next night he loaded them on to the spook-train!"
"That"s about it," said Julian, who had been trying the door to see if he could open it. "I say, this door"s maddening. I can"t make it budge an inch. There"s no lock that I can see."
They all shoved hard, but the door would not give at all. It was very stout and strong, though rough and unfinished. Panting and hot, the four of them at last gave it up.
"Do you know what I think?" said d.i.c.k. "I think the beastly thing has got something jammed hard against it on the outside."
"Sure to have, when you come to think of it," said Julian. "It will be well hidden too - heather and bracken and stuff all over it. n.o.body would ever find it. I suppose the lorry-drivers come across from the road to open the door when they want to collect the goods. And shut it and jam it after them."
"No way of escape there, then," said George in disappointment.
" "Fraid not," said Julian. George gave a sigh.
"Tired, old thing?" Julian asked kindly. "Or hungry?"
"Both, "said George.
"Well, we"ve got some food somewhere, haven"t we?" said Julian. "I remember one of the men slinging my bag in after me. We"ve not had what we brought for tea yet. What about having a meal now? We can"t seem to escape at the moment."
"Let"s have it here," said George. "I simply can"t go a step further!"
They sat down against a big crate. d.i.c.k undid his kit-bag. There were sandwiches, cake and chocolate. The four of them ate thankfully, and wished they had something to wash down the food with. Julian kept wondering about Anne.
"I wonder what she did," he said. "She"d wait and wait, I suppose. Then she might go back to the camp. But she doesn"t know the way very well, and she might get lost. Oh dear -1 don"t know which would be worse for Anne, being lost on the moor or a prisoner down here with us!"
"Perhaps she"s neither," said Jock, giving Timmy his last bit 01" sandwich. "I must say I"m jolly glad to have Timmy. Honest, George, I couldn"t believe it when I heard Tim whine, and then heard your voice, too. I thought I must be dreaming."
They sat where they were for a little longer and then decided to go back to the tunnel where the train was. "It"s just possible we might find the switch that works the Open-Sesame bit," said Julian. "We ought to have looked before, really, but I didn"t think of it."
They went back to where the train stood silently on its pair of lines. It seemed such an ordinary old train now that the children couldn"t imagine why they had ever thought it was strange and spooky.
They switched on the light again, then they looked about for any lever or handle that might perhaps open the hole in the wall. There didn"t seem to be anything at all. They tried a few switches, but nothing happened.
Then George suddenly came across a big lever low down in the brick wall itself. She tried to move it and couldn"t. She called Julian.
"Ju! Come here. I wonder if this has got anything to do with opening that hole."
The three boys came over to George. Julian tried to swing the lever down. Nothing happened. He pulled it but it wouldn"t move. Then he and d.i.c.k pushed it upwards with all their strength.
And hey presto, there came a bang from somewhere, as something heavy shifted, and then a clanking as if machinery was at work. Then came the sliding, grating noise and a great piece of the brick wall moved slowly back, and then swung round sideways and stopped. The way of escape was open!
"Open Sesame!" said d.i.c.k, grandly, as the hole appeared.
"Better switch off the light here," said Julian. "If there"s anyone still in the tunnel they might see the reflection of it on the tunnel-wall beyond, and wonder what it was."
He stepped back and switched it off, and the place was in darkness again. George put on her torch, and its feeble beam lighted up the way of escape.
"Come on," said d.i.c.k, impatiently, and they all crowded out of the hole. "We"ll make for Olly"s Yard." They began to make their way down the dark tunnel.