‘Of course not,’ said the three C.’s confidently. (Charles said it quite in his sleep.)
Five minutes later the others were sleeping as soundly as Charles, and out Tonbridge way the Murdstone man and his groom and his gardener and the local Police were still looking for Rupert with anxious feelings, with lanterns that flickered yellow in the pale grey of dawn.
‘Just remember we’re yours to the death.’
CHAPTER VI
HUNTED
I don’t know exactly how it happened. Perhaps Caroline was too sleepy to bump her head seven times on the pillow before she went to sleep. Or perhaps that excellent spell cannot always be relied upon to work. At any rate, none of the children woke till Jane came to draw up the blinds and let the half-past seven sunshine into their rooms.
Then Caroline woke quite thoroughly, looked at her little watch, and leaped out of bed.