like a Robber's Cave, though he had never seen any robbers about, and anyway there was only a long narrow slit in the rock for any one to squeeze in and out of. A fat robber could never have got in. Barty crawled through the hole in the bushes and stood up on his feet, quite out of breath. His eyes were sparkling with joy.
"Now then," he said when he had his breath again. "Now then!" And he stood in the middle of the green circle and cracked his whip.
It was such a little whip that it made only a little crack. And
at first nothing came.