schoolday.â
âCanât say I want to come back again, ever. Iâve had enough of this placeâ¦Whose schoolbag is that?â
âMine. I hadnât forgotten it.â
âRighto. Iâll go in front with the torch. The rest of you string along behind. And bung Harvey in the middle. We donât want to lose him.â
âHey! What do you think I am? A baby?â
âYou said it. I didnât.â
âYouâd better hurry. That torch is getting weak.â
âCall me a baby! Iâll give you a black eye, Paul.â
âDonât be silly. You couldnât reach that high. And pipe down, Junior. Youâre a disturbing influence.â
âCan you find Miss Godwinâs string, Paul?â
âIâm blowed if I can. Weâll have to take pot luck, I think. The string has been washed away or broken or something.â
âTake pot luck then, or weâll be left in the dark. I wouldnât give that torch another minute.â
âI donât know,â said Gussie, âand they say that girls are talkative.â
âThatâs why weâre talking. To keep you quiet.â
âIâd say that was the way, Paul. Down there.â
âSo would I. Still a lot of water about, isnât there?â
âIf we donât get any more than wet feet we canât complain. You girls all right back there?â
âOf course we are. Do you think weâre silly?â
âAll girls are silly.â
âYou keep out of it, Harvey, or youâll get your ears slapped.â
âMy dad always saysâ ow! You beast , Gussie. You only hit me because you know Iâm not allowed to hit a girl.â
âI see daylight.â
âWhere?â
âSwitch your torch off, Paul.â
âGolly! Itâs sunlight, too.â
âHave we been sitting in the cold when itâs lovely and warm outside?â
âSunlight!â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIf itâs daylight why havenât they come for us?â
âHurry up. Letâs get out.â
âGosh! Itâs great to breathe fresh air again. Isnât it beautiful?â
âIs it? I want to know why they havenât come for us.â
âThe sunâs high. Must have been up for two or three hours. Must be eight oâclock.â
âYeah. Eight oâclock.â
âSet your watch, Adrian.â
âItâs funny that they havenât come for us.â
âLook! Look at the rock pan!â
They looked at the rock pan, and they didnât want to talk any more. They all felt very weak and very frightened.
The rock pan was like a great river in flood, littered with uprooted trees that must have come for miles and with all sorts of rubbish. It seemed that half the forest must have been washed from the mountains. They couldnât even begin to comprehend it. It was something that they had never seen before and probably would never see again. They couldnât even describe it to themselves, couldnât find words to express the degree of destruction.
âOh dear!â whispered Gussie.
âIsnât it terrible? â
The lovely world they had known had gone, and Adrian buried his face in his handsâthat way of his of expressing horror.
âMiss Godwin,â he breathed, âand Butch! Theyâll be dead. Thatâs why no oneâs come. They mightnât even know about us.â
âEven if they did know,â Paul tried to say calmly, âthey couldnât come, could they?â
âBut Butch and Miss Godwin are dead.â
âWe canât say that for sure.â
Gussie began to cry and Maisie tried to comfort her and started crying herself, and Frances, not as unkind as she seemed to be, snapped, âStop your blubbering.â
âItâs all right for you, Frances. Youâre big.â
âDo as I say. Stop blubbering!â
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