Діти залізниці
The hound in the red jersey.
"Idon’tthinkso,"saidBobbie,"buteveniftheyhad,it’srippinghere,andweshallseethetrainscomeoutofthetunnellikedragonsoutoflairs.We’veneverseenthatfromthetopsidebefore."
"Nomorewehave,"saidPhyllis,partiallyappeased.
Itwasreallyamostexcitingplacetobein.Thetopofthetunnelseemedeversomuchfartherfromthelinethantheyhadexpected,anditwaslikebeingonabridge,butabridgeovergrownwithbushesandcreepersandgrassandwild-flowers.
"IKNOWthepaperchasehasgonelongago,"saidPhylliseverytwominutes,andshehardlyknewwhethershewaspleasedordisappointedwhenPeter,leaningovertheparapet,suddenlycried:—
"Lookout.Herehecomes!"
Theyallleanedoverthesun-warmedbrickwallintimetoseethehare,goingveryslowly,comeoutfromtheshadowofthetunnel.
"There,now,"saidPeter,"whatdidItellyou?Nowforthehounds!"
Verysooncamethehounds—byonesandtwosandthreesandsixesandsevens—andtheyalsoweregoingslowlyandseemedverytired.Twoorthreewholaggedfarbehindcameoutlongaftertheothers.
"There,"saidBobbie,"that’sall—nowwhatshallwedo?"
"Goalongintothetulgywoodoverthereandhavelunch,"saidPhyllis;"wecanseethemformilesfromuphere."
"Notyet,"saidPeter."That’snotthelast.
