Five Go to Mystery Moor by Enid Blyton Read Free Book Online

along to the stables, thinking of George. Would she have retired to bed? Would she stil be cross, or worse stil , hurt and grieved? It was anybody"s guess!

Chapter Seven
GEORGE, SNIFFER AND LIZ

    George had had quite an interesting day. First she had gone down to help Captain Johnson do Clip"s leg again and bandage it up. The little skewbald stood very patiently, and George felt a sudden liking for the ugly little creature.
    „Thanks, George," said Captain Johnson, who, to her relief, had said nothing about her not having gone riding with the others. „Now would you like to come and put jumps up for the youngsters? They"re longing to do some more jumping."
    George found that it was quite amusing to teach the younger ones how to jump. They were so very very proud of themselves when they went over even a foot-high jump on their little ponies.
    After that Sniffer arrived, accompanied by a peculiar little mongrel cal ed Liz. Liz was a bit of a spaniel, a bit of a poodle, and odd bits of something else - and looked rather like a small, walking hearth-rug of black curly fur.
    Timmy was amazed to see this walking mat, and sat and watched Liz sniffing here and there for some time, before he came to the conclusion that it real y was some kind of dog. He gave a sharp little bark to see what this comical creature would do when she heard it.
    Liz took no notice at all. She had unearthed a small bone, which smelt extremely interesting. Timmy considered that al bones within the radius of at least a mile, belonged to him and him alone. So he ran over to Liz at once and gave a small, warning growl.
    Liz immediately dropped the bone humbly at his feet, then sat up on her hind-legs and begged. Timmy eyed her in astonishment. Then Liz stood up on her hindlegs and walked daintily all round Timmy and back again.
    Timmy was astounded. He had never seen a dog do that before. Could this hearthrug affair be a dog after al ?
    Liz saw that Timmy was real y impressed, and went on with yet another trick she had learnt during the time she had been with the circus.
    She turned head-over-heels, yapping al the time. Timmy retreated a few steps into the bushes. This was going too far! What was this animal doing? Trying to stand on its head?
    Liz went on turning head-over-heels very rapidly and ended up almost on Timmy"s front paws. He had now backed into the bush as far as he could.
    Liz remained on her back, paws in air, tongue hanging out, panting. She gave a very small, beseeching whine.
    Timmy bent his head down and sniffed at her paws. Behind him his tail began to move a little, yes, it had a wag in it! He sniffed again. Liz leapt on to her four feet and pranced al round Timmy, yapping as if to say „Come on and play! Do come!"
    And then suddenly Timmy fel upon the absurd little creature and pretended to worry it. Liz gave a delighted volley of yaps and rolled over and over. They had a marvel ous game, and when it was al over, Timmy sank down panting for breath, in a sunny corner of the yard and Liz settled herself between his front paws, as if she had known him all her life!
    When George came out of the stable with Sniffer, she could hardly believe her eyes.
    „What"s that Timmy"s got between his paws?" she said. „It"s surely not a dog!"
    „It"s Liz," said Sniffer. „She can get round any dog there is, Master George! Liz! You"re a monkey, aren"t you! Walk, then, walk!"
    Liz left Timmy and ran over to Sniffer, walking daintily on her hind legs. George laughed.
    „What a funny little creature, like a bit cut out of a furry hearthrug!"

    „She"s clever," said Sniffer and patted Liz. „Well, Master George, when can I have Clip, do yon think? My father has gone off with the other caravans and he"s left me with ours. So it doesn"t matter whether it"s today or tomorrow, or even the next day."
    „Well, it won"t be today, that"s certain," said George, pleased that Sniffer cal ed her Master George not Miss. „It might perhaps be tomorrow. Haven"t you