bacon."
"Well, it saved you cooking it," said George. "I say, aren't there a lot of caravans here now? They must have come last night."
They stared round at the field. Besides the snake-man's caravan, and Bufflo's and Mr. India-rubber's, there were four or five more.
One interested the children very much. It was a brilliant yellow with red flames painted on the sides. The name on it was "Alfredo, the Fire Eater'.
"I imagine him to be a great big fierce chap," said Dick. "A regular fire-eater, with a terribly ferocious temper, an enormous voice and a great stride when he walks."
"He will probably be a skinny little fellow who trots along like a pony," said Julian.
"There's someone coming out of his caravan now," said George. "Look."
"It's a woman," said Anne. "His wife, I expect. How tiny she is — rather sweet. She looks Spanish, she's so dark."
" This must be the fire-eater, coming behind her," said George. "Surely it is! And he's JUST like you imagined him, Dick. How clever of you!"
A great big fellow came down the steps behind his tiny wife. He certainly looked very fierce, for he had a lion-like mane of tawny hair, and a big red face with large, gleaming eyes. He took enormous strides as he went, and his little wife had to run to keep up with him.
" Just my idea of a fire-eater," said Dick, pleased. "I think we'll keep out of his way until we know if he also dislikes children, like the snake-man. What a tiny wife he has! I bet he makes her run around him, and wait on him hand and foot."
"Well, he's fetching water from the stream for her, anyway," said Anne. "Two huge pails. My word, he really does look like a fire-eater, doesn't he?"
"There's somebody else, look," said Dick. "Now who would he be? Look at him going to the stream — he walks like a tiger or a cat — all slinky and powerful."
"The man who can set himself free from ropes no matter how he's tied!" said Anne. "I'm sure he is."
It was most exciting to watch the new arrivals. They all seemed to know one another. They stopped to talk, they laughed, they visited one another's caravans, and finally three of the women set off together with baskets.
"Going off to shop," said Anne. "That's what I ought to do. Coming George? There's a bus that goes down to the village in about ten minutes. We can easily clear up when we come back."
"Right," said George, and got up too. "What are the boys going to do while we're gone?"
"Oh, fetch more water, find sticks for the fire, and see to their own bunks," said Anne, airily.
"Are we really ?" said Dick, grinning. "Well, we might. On the other hand, we might not. Anyway, you two go, because food is getting rather low. A very serious thought, that! Anne, get me some more tooth-paste, will you? And if you can spot some of those doughnuts at the dairy, bring a dozen back with you."
"Yes — and see if you can get a tin of pineapple," said Julian. "Don't forget we want milk too."
"If you want many more things you'll have to come and help us carry them," said Anne. "Anything else?"
"Call at the post office and see if there are any letters," said Dick. "And don't forget to buy a paper. We may as well find out if anything has happened in the outside world! Not that I feel I can take much interest in it at the moment."
"Right," said Anne. "Come on, George — we shall miss that bus!" And off they went with Timmy at their heels.
Chapter Six
UNFRIENDLY FOLK
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THE two boys decided they would fetch the water and stack up some firewood while the girls were gone.
They "made" their bunks too, by the simple process of dragging off all the clothes and bundling them on the shelf, and then letting down the bunks against the wall.
That done there didn't seem much else to do except wait for the girls. So they took a walk round the field.
They kept a good distance from the snake-man, who was doing something peculiar to one of his pythons.
"It looks as if he's polishing it, but he surely can't be," said