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said Timmy, very quietly, and withdrew his nose, so that nothing of him could
be seen at all. He knew perfectly well what George meant. Clever old Timmy!

‘Get as high as you can,’ he said, in a low voice.  Don’t be afraid. Old Timmy’s down here to protect you!’
Anne
gave him rather a small smile. She was not like George, fearless and always
ready to rush into trouble. Anne was all for a peaceful life - but how could
she have that if she was one of the Five!
The
boys and George were now high up in trees, listening to the shouting going on.
Apparently Wilfrid was not going to give away his friends - one up to him!
‘How
did you get here?’ a man was shouting.
‘In
a boat,’ said Wilfrid.
‘Who
was with you?’ shouted another man.
‘Nobody.
I came alone,’ said Wilfrid, perfectly truthfully. ‘I wanted to visit the
island. I’m an animal-lover and I heard that all the wild creatures here were
tame.’
‘A
likely story that!’ sneered a man’s voice. ‘Huh! Animal-lover!’
‘All
right then - look what I’ve got here in my pocket,’ said Wilfrid, and
apparently showed the man his baby hedgehog. ‘He was trodden on by a horse -
and I’ve been looking after him.’
‘Very
well - you can go back to your boat, and row away,’ said the man. AT ONCE! mind.
And don’t look so scared. We shan’t hurt you. We’ve business of our own here,
and we don’t want strangers round - not even silly little kids with hedgehogs
in their pockets!’
Wilfrid
took to his heels and fled. He felt lost now. He would never find the others -
or the cove where his boat was. WHY had he disobeyed Julian? Had the others
heard the men shouting at him? Which way should he go?
He
had entirely lost his sense of direction and had no idea whether to go to the
left or the right. He began to panic. Where could the others be? He must find
them, he must! He ran through the trees, wishing that Timmy was with him. Then
he stopped. Surely this was quite the wrong way? He turned and went in a
different direction. No, this couldn’t be right either, he didn’t recognize a
thing!
He
thought he heard voices in the distance. He stood and listened. Could it be the
others? If only George would tell Timmy to find him! But she wouldn’t, in case
he was shot at. Was that noise voices - or was it just the wind? Perhaps it was
the others looking for him. Wilfrid rushed off towards the distant sound. But
alas, it died down. It was only the wind!
The
trees thinned out into bushes - and then Wilfrid suddenly saw the sea in the
distance! Good! If he could get to it, he could walk round the shore till he
came to his cove. He would know where he was then. He began to run towards the
blue sea.
Through
the bushes he went, and came out at last on to what seemed to be a very high
cliff. Yes - there was the sea, below and beyond. If only he could scramble
down the cliff he could bear to the right and at last come to his cove. He came
to the edge of the cliff and looked down - and then he started back in fear.
What was that noise - that awful, dreadful noise? It was like a giant wailing
and wailing at the top of his voice, the wailing going up and down in the wind.
Wilfrid found his knees were shaking. He simply didn’t dare to go on. He sat
down and tried to get his breath, putting his hands over his ears to keep out
the horrible wailing.
And
then he suddenly remembered something and heaved a sigh of heartfelt relief.
‘Of course - these must be the Wailing Cliffs we were told about!’ he thought
thankfully. ‘We heard about the Whispering Wood - and it does whisper - and the
Wailing Cliffs - and they do wail! At least, it’s really the wind, of course.
But goodness, what a queer, strange sound!’
He
sat for a while longer, then, feeling much bolder, he went to the edge of the
great cliff, and looked over. He stared down in surprise.
‘There’s
somebody down there - three or four people! Mustn’t let them see me - they must
belong to the men on the island! What are they doing down there?’
He
lay down and peered over. Four men were there - but, as Wilfrid watched, they
disappeared. Where had they gone? He craned over the cliff to see. ‘There must
be caves in the cliff, I suppose,’ he said to himself. ‘That’s where they’ve
gone! Gosh, I wish this wailing would stop. I shall start wailing myself in a
minute!’
After
some time voices came faintly up to him, as he lay watching, and he saw two men
coming out on to the rocks below again. What were they carrying? A long, deep
box - why, it looked exactly like one of the boxes in which the others had seen
those beautiful little statues, packed in sawdust!
‘So
that’s how they get them away from here - take them down through some passage
in the cliffs - to a waiting boat. Where’s the boat, thought I can’t see one.
Not arrived yet, perhaps.’
He
watched with intense interest as the men carried out box after box and piled
them on a great flat rock that abutted on a stretch of fairly calm water.
‘Big
boxes - little ones - my word, those men have been busy lately!’ thought
Wilfrid, wishing and wishing and wishing that the others were with him. ‘I
wonder what’s in them. Not the bed of gold, that’s certain. I bet it would be
far too big to put into a boat. Have to be pulled to pieces first! Hallo - here
comes another box - a small one this time. Good gracious, they’ll soon need a
steamer to take all these!’
Almost
as he said the words, he saw a small steamer in the far distance! ‘Well!
There’s the steamer, just as I said! I bet the boat will appear soon, and be
loaded - and then chug off to the waiting steamer!’
But
the steamer came no nearer, and no boats appeared. ‘Waiting for the tide, I
expect,’ thought Wilfrid. ‘Goodness, what will the others say when I tell them
all this! They won’t believe me! And I bet they won’t scold me for going off by
myself!’
He
decided to go back and find the others and tell them what he had seen. He set
off trying to remember the way. Surely he must be near the place where he had
left them? And then quite suddenly, someone leapt out from behind a tree and
caught hold of him!
‘Let
me go, let me go!’ shouted Wilfrid, in a panic. And then he gave a cry of
relief, as he suddenly saw Timmy running towards him.
‘Timmy!
Save me!’
But
Timmy didn’t come running to save him. He stood there, looking up at him,
rather puzzled, while poor Wilfrid went on struggling, really frightened!
Then
Wilfrid heard a giggle. A GIGGLE? Who in the world could be giggling just then?
He forced himself to look round - and saw Dick and Anne, doing their best not
to laugh, and George holding her sides. His captor let go of him and began to
laugh too. It was Julian!
‘I
say - this is too bad! You gave me a most awful fright,’ said Wilfrid. ‘I’ve
already been captured once this afternoon. Whatever do you think you’re doing?’
‘Where
have you been, Wilfrid?’ said Julian, rather sternly. ‘I forbade you to go for
a walk - and you went.’
‘I
know. I went off by myself- and a man caught me and scared me. Then I ran away
and lost myself. I couldn’t find any of you,’ said poor Wilfrid. ‘But my word,
I saw something very very interesting on that walk of mine!’
‘What?’
asked Julian, at once.
‘Let’s
sit down, and I’ll tell you,’ said Wilfrid. ‘I feel quite shaky. You really
were beasts to jump on me like that.’
‘Never
mind, Wilfrid,’ said Anne, feeling sorry for the boy, who really did look
rather shaken. ‘Now go on, tell us everything that happened.’
Wilfrid
sat down. He was still trembling a little. Everything seemed to have happened
at once. He began to tell the others about the Wailing Cliffs, and all he had
seen.
They
all listened with intense interest. ‘So that’s the other way to the underground
treasure-chamber - through a passage in the clips!’ said Julian. ‘I never
thought of that! My word, that’s something to know. I vote we go and explore
the cliffs ourselves, when there’s nobody about.’
‘Well,
it had better be in the evening,’ said Wilfrid. ‘Just in case we were spotted
climbing down the cliffs to find the passage - if there is one, and I think
there must be! Those men might be on the watch, now they know there’s someone
on the island. I bet they guess I’m not the only one - even though I told them
I came alone.’
‘I
vote we have something to eat,’ said George. ‘We can talk over everything then.
It’s ages since we had a meal. Let’s go and open some more tins, and plan what
we’re going to do tonight. This is getting too exciting for words. Isn’t it,
Timmy?’
‘Woof,’
agreed Timmy. Too exciting, he thought. Yes - and dangerous, too. He’d keep
close to George that evening, as close as ever he could! If she went into
danger, Timmy would be close by her side!
Chapter
Fifteen
JULIAN
HAS AN EXCITING PLAN
The
five children talked and talked, as they opened more tins and had a most
peculiar meal of ham spread with fruit salad and beans. They finished up with
another barley sugar each. George gave hers to Timmy who disposed of it with a
crick-crack-swallow!
‘Have
we all got torches?’ asked Julian. ‘I know it will be bright moonlight tonight,
but as we shall presumably be getting down - or up - dark caves, we shall want
torches.’
Yes
- they each had a torch. Wilfrid, for some reason, had two, rather small, but
quite efficient.
‘What’s
the plan going to be, Ju?’ asked George, and Timmy gave a little whine, as if
to say, ‘Yes, tell us.’ He sat by George, listening earnestly, with Wilfrid on
the other side of him. At times he sniffed at the baby hedgehog still in the
boy’s pocket, and apparently quite happy there. Wilfrid had been busy catching
insects for it, much to Timmy’s interest.
‘I
propose that we go to the cliffs - the Wailing Cliffs - as soon as it’s twilight,
and make our way down,’ said Julian. ‘There is probably some kind of pathway
down, I should think - even if only a rabbit-path. I’ll lead the way down, of
course. Anne and Wilfrid are to come between me and Dick, with George and Timmy
behind.’
‘Right!’
said everyone.
‘We
are, of course, to make as little noise as possible,’ said Julian. ‘And do try
not to send stones hurtling down the path or cliff just in case anyone’s about!
When we get down to the rocks, we’ll let Wilfrid go ahead, because he saw where
the men went in and out earlier on.’
Wilfrid
felt suddenly important. My word - it was like planning an exploration! He
suddenly remembered something - the wailing noise.
‘I
hope the girls won’t be scared when they hear the awful wailing noise,’ he
said. ‘It’s only the wind screaming in and out of the holes and corners of the
great cliffs.’
George
made a scornful noise. ‘Who’s scared of the wind!’ she said.
‘Timmy
might be,’ said Julian, smiling. ‘We know what makes the wailing. He doesn’t!
You may have to hold him when it begins, George. He’ll be a bit restive.’
‘He
won’t!’ said George. ‘Timmy’s not afraid of anything in the world!’
‘Oh
yes, he is,’ said Dick, at once. ‘I know something that scares him dreadfully -
makes him put his tail down and flop his ears.’
‘You
do not!’ said George, angrily.
‘Well,
haven’t you seen him when you speak sharply to him?’ said Dick, with a chuckle.
‘He goes all shaky in the legs!’
Everyone
laughed except George. ‘He does not,’ she said. ‘Nothing scares Timmy, not even
me. So shut up, Dick.’
‘It
may be that it would be best for only one or two of us to go right into the
depths of the caves,’ went on Julian. ‘If so, the rest must wait in hiding.
Just keep on the look-out for any signal from me. I don’t expect we shall see a
soul down there tonight, but you never know. If there is a way through the
cliffs to that underground chamber where we saw the golden statues, we shall be
in real luck. We shall then be absolutely certain how things can be taken in
and out.’
‘Taken
in? But I thought they had been there for ages,’ said Dick, ‘and were probably
only taken out to sell. Smuggled out.’
‘Well,
I think it may be more than that,’ said Julian. ‘It might even be a central
clearing-ground for a great gang of high-class thieves, who would hide valuable
stolen goods there till it was safe to sell them. However, that’s only
guessing!’
‘I
think somebody’s discovered the underground chamber, full of that rich old
man’s treasures, and is taking them out bit by bit,’ said Dick. ‘Anyway,
whatever it is, it’s awfully exciting. To think we know so much!’
‘All
because we went down the well to get some water!’ said Anne.
‘Put
on your sweaters,’ said Julian. ‘It may be freezing cold in the wind that rages
round those cliffs!’
‘I’m
longing to start!’ said George. ‘It’s an adventure, this - do you hear that,
Timmy? An adventure!’
‘Anything
more, Julian?’ asked Anne. Julian always sounded so very grown-up when he gave
them a plan of campaign. She felt very proud of him.
‘That’s
the lot,’ said Julian, ‘except that we’ll have some sort of a meal before we go
this evening. Wilfrid will have to lead the way for us, as he’s the only one
who knows it - but when we come to the cliff, I’ll lead you down. Can’t have
anyone missing a footstep and rolling headlong, frightening any robber or
smuggler!’
‘Do
you hear that, Timmy?’ said George, and Timmy whined, and put a paw on George’s
knee as if to say: ‘It’s a pity you haven’t sure feet like mine, with rubber
pads beneath, so that your footing is always sure!’
George
patted his paw. ‘Yes - you’ve fine sure feet, Tim. I wish I could buy some like
them!’
The
time seemed to go very very slowly after that. Everyone was eager to start, and
kept looking at their watches! The sun left a bright glow in the sky, so they
would probably start more or less in daylight, which would, however, soon fade
into twilight.
They
had another meal, but strangely enough, nobody felt very hungry! ‘We’re too
excited!’ said Julian, giving Timmy a biscuit. Timmy was the only one who
didn’t seem at all excited. As for George, she fidgeted and fidgeted until
everyone was quite tired of her!
At
last they started off. Wilfrid led them at first, as he knew the way. Actually
he found that he didn’t really know it - it was the loud wind that guided him,
just as it had done before. ‘Awfully like far-off voices shouting to one
another,’ he said, and everyone at once agreed.
When
they came near to the cliff, the sound gradually changed into the mournful
wailing noise that gave the cliffs their name.
‘EEEE-ee-OOOOO-oo-EEEEEEEEAH-OOO!’
‘Not
very nice,’ said Anne, shivering a little. ‘It sounds as if someone is crying
and sobbing and howling!’
‘Good
name for this place - Wailing Cliff’ said Dick. ‘I say - what a wind up here! I’m
glad my hair’s my own! It would certainly be blown off if it weren’t! Hang on
to old Timmy, George - he’s more blowable than we are - not so heavy!’
George
put her hand on Timmy’s collar at once. How DREADFUL if Timmy were to be blown
over the cliff! He gave her a grateful lick. He didn’t like the wind here very
much - it had a truly miserable voice!
They
came to the edge of the cliff and looked down cautiously, in case anyone should
be on the rocks below. But, except for some big gulls preening their feathers
there, there was no sign of life.
‘No
boats about - no steamer - nothing,’ said Dick. ‘All clear, Julian!’
Julian
had been looking for a good path down the cliff. There didn’t seem to be a
continuous one. ‘We’ll have to go so far - then climb down a bit - then walk
along that ledgy bit, see - then climb down that slanting rock - the great big
one - and get down on to the more level rocks. OK everyone?’
‘I’ll
let Timmy go first,’ said George. ‘He is so sure-footed and will know the best
way. Go on, Timmy - lead us down!’
Timmy
understood at once and went in front of Julian. He took the first little path
down the cliff, slid down the next bit, walked along the ledge that Julian had
pointed out, and then stood and waited for everyone. He gave a little bark as
if to say, ‘Come along. It’s easy! Follow me!’
They
all followed, some more carefully than others. George and Wilfrid were least
careful, and poor Wilfrid lost his footing and slid quite a long way on his
behind. He didn’t like it at all, and looked quite scared!
‘Watch
your feet, now, Wilfrid,’ said Julian. ‘It’s getting a bit dark, so don’t try
any funny tricks. You tried to jump over that big stone instead of stepping
over carefully. I really don’t want to send Timmy down to the bottom of the
cliff to pick up your pieces!’
At
last they were all down the cliff, and on the rocks below. The tide was out, so
that waves did not splash up and soak them. Anne suddenly slipped into a pool
and made her shoes wet, but that didn’t matter. They were only rubber ones.
‘Now
- exactly where did you see those men, Wilfrid?’ asked Julian, stopping on a
big flat rock. Wilfrid jumped beside him, and pointed.
‘See
the cliff over there? See that funny rock shaped rather like a bear? Well,
that’s where I saw the men. They went by that rock, and disappeared.’
‘Right,’
said Julian. ‘Now, no more talking please - though this wailing sound would
drown almost anything. Follow me!’
He
went over the rocks towards the big bear-like one that Wilfrid had pointed to.
The others followed, a little tide of excitement welling up inside them. Anne
caught hold of Wilfrid’s hand, and squeezed it. ‘Exciting, isn’t it?’ she said,
and Wilfrid nodded eagerly. He knew he would have been scared stiff by himself
- but with the others it was an adventure - a really exciting adventure!
They
came to the bear-like rock. Near it was a dark place in the cliff - a way in?
‘That’s where the men came out, Julian,’ said Wilfrid, keeping his voice low.
‘Do we go in there?’
‘We
do,’ said Julian. ‘I’m going in first and I’m going to stand quite still and
listen, as soon as I get the sound of the wind and sea out of my ears. If I
hear nothing I’ll whistle, see? Then you can all come in too.’
‘Right!’
said everyone, thrilled. They watched as Julian went to the dark slit-like
opening. He paused and looked inside. It was so dark that he knew they would
all need their torches! He switched on his powerful one and shone it into the
passage. He saw a ditch that ran slanting upwards for some way, and on either
side, a rocky ledge, not too rough. Water ran down the rocky ditch and bubbled
out beside him, to join the sea over the rocks.
‘I’m
just going into the cliff tunnel a little way, to see if I can hear anything or
anyone,’ he said. ‘Wait here.’ He disappeared inside the dark opening and
everyone waited in impatient excitement.
A
gull suddenly swooped down close to their heads. ‘Ee-ooo, ee-ooo, EEE-OOO!’ it
screeched and made them all jump violently. Wilfrid almost fell off his rock,
and clutched at George. Timmy growled, and looked up angrily at the seagull.
Silly bird, frightening everyone like that!
There
came a low whistle, and Julian appeared again, his torch switched on. ‘All
clear,’ he said. ‘I can’t hear a sound inside the opening, and I’ve been some
way along. It’s not hard going. There’s a funny little stream flowing down, and
a ledge either side we can walk on. Very convenient! Now, no talking please -
and be careful even of your whispers - every sound seems to be magnified in
here. Keep hold of Timmy, George, in the steepest places.’
Timmy
gave a little whine of surprise when George took him inside the cliff. At once
his whine was magnified all round them, and everyone jumped. Timmy didn’t like
it at all.
George
took firm hold of Timmy’s collar. ‘You’re to keep close by me,’ she whispered,
‘and you’re not to make a sound. This is an adventure, Timmy - a big adventure
- and you’re in it as much as any of us. Come along!’
And
there they go, all of them, climbing up the dark passage into the cliff! What
will they find - what will they see? No wonder their hearts beat fast and
loudly, no wonder Timmy keeps close to George. An adventure? He must be on
guard then - anything might happen in an adventure!
Chapter
Sixteen
A
QUEER JOURNEY UNDERGROUND
It
was very dark inside the cliff. The children’s torches made bright streaks
everywhere, and were very useful indeed for seeing the safest places to tread.
As Julian had told the others, there was a curious little stream flowing down
the middle of the steep passage, with uneven ledges on each side of it. It had
worn this little channel for itself during the many many years it had flowed
down inside the cliff!
‘It’s
probably water draining from the surface of the cliffs,’ said Julian in a low
voice, picking his way carefully. ‘Be careful here - the ledges are very
slippery!’
‘Oooh!’
said Wilfrid, treading on a slippery bit, and finding one of his feet in
ice-cold water.
The
echo took up the noise at once. ‘OOOOH-OOOOOOH-OOOOOH!’  It was very weird indeed and
nobody liked it. Anne pressed close to Julian, and he squeezed her arm
comfortingly.
‘Sorry
about my Oooh,’ said Wilfrid, in a low voice. ‘My oooh, oooh, oooh!’ said the
echo at once, and George simply couldn’t help giving a giggle, which at once
repeated itself a score of times!
‘You
really will have to be quiet now,’ came Julian’s serious voice, almost in a
whisper. ‘I have a feeling we’re coming to some big opening. There’s suddenly a
great draught blowing down this steep passage - I can feel it round my head.’
The
others felt it too, as they climbed higher up the steep passage, trying to
avoid the tiny stream that splashed down its worn channel. It made a nice
little noise - very cheerful, Anne thought - and gleamed brightly in the light
of their torches.
Julian
wondered how in the world anyone could take crates or boxes down such a steep
dark passage! ‘It’s wide enough, I suppose,’ he thought. ‘But only just - and
the bends in it must be very awkward for boxes to get round! I do hope we don’t
meet anyone round a bend, carrying a crate or two! My word - the draught is
quite a wind now. There must be an opening somewhere.’
‘Ju
- we’ve not only gone upwards, we’ve gone a good way forward too,’ whispered
Anne. ‘Wasn’t the old castle somewhere in this direction?’
‘Yes
- I suppose it would be,’ answered Julian, stopping to think. ‘Gosh - I wonder
if this passage comes up in one of its cellars! An old castle like that would
have huge cellars - and probably a dungeon or two for prisoners! Let me think -
we must have left the cliff behind now - and yes - I think we may be heading
for the castle. Why didn’t I think of that before!’
‘Well,
then - the well-wall must run down beside the castle foundations!’ said Dick,
in much too loud a voice. The echo made everyone jump violently, and Julian
stopped climbing and hissed at Dick.  You nearly
made me jump out of my skin!’
‘Skin,
skin, skin!’ said the echo, in a peculiar whisper that made George want to
laugh.
‘Sorry!’
whispered back Dick.
‘I
think you may be right about the well-wall running down beside the foundations
of the castle,’ Julian said, whispering again. ‘I never thought of that. The
castle wasn’t very far from the well. It would probably have enormous cellars
spreading underground.’
‘The
wall in the well that that queer little door was in, was terrifically thick,’
said Dick. ‘I bet I was looking into one of the castle cellars, when I peeped
through it!’
This
was all very interesting. Julian thought about it as they went on and on
through the endless passage. It ran more or less level now, and was easy to
walk through, for it was much wider.
‘I
think this part of the passage was man-made,’ said Julian, stopping and facing
the others, his face bright in the light of their torches. He went on in a loud
whisper, ‘Up through the cliff the passage was a natural one, awfully dificult
to climb - but here it’s quite different - look at these old bricks here -
probably put there to strengthen the tunnel.’
‘Yes
- a secret way from the castle to the sea!’ said Dick, almost forgetting to
keep his voice down, in his excitement. ‘I say - isn’t it thrilling!’
Everyone
began to feel even more excited - all except Timmy, who didn’t much like dark,
secret passages, and couldn’t imagine why Julian was taking them for such a
gloomy and peculiar walk. He had splashed solemnly through the stream the whole
time, finding the stone ledges much too slippery for his paws.
The
draught grew stronger and was very cold indeed. ‘We’re coming near to the
opening where the draught comes from,’ whispered Julian. ‘All quiet, now,
please!’
They
were as quiet as possible, and Anne began to feel almost sick with excitement.
Where were they coming to? Then suddenly Julian gave a low exclamation.
‘Here
we are! An iron gate!’
They
all tried to crowd round Julian to see. The gate was a big strong one, with
criss-cross bars of iron. They could easily see between the bars, and they
shivered in the draught that swept through the great gate.
Julian
shone his torch through the bars, his hand shaking in excitement. The bright
ray of light ran all round what looked like a stone room - quite small - with a
stout, nail-studded door at the far end. This door was wide open, and it was
through this that the steady draught blew.
‘This
is a cellar - or a dungeon, more likely!’ said Julian. ‘I wonder if the gate is
locked.’
He
shook it - and it swung open quite easily, as if it had been well-oiled! Julian
stepped into the dungeon flashing his torch all round the dark and dismal
little place.
He
shivered. ‘It’s cold as ice, even on this warm day!’ he said. ‘My word, I
wonder how many poor, miserable prisoners have been kept down here in the
cold!’
‘Look
- here’s a staple in the wall,’ said Dick, standing beside him, examining the
half-hoop of iron, deeply embedded in the stone wall. ‘I suppose the unhappy
prisoner was tied up to this, to make his punishment even worse.’
Anne
shivered. ‘How could people be so cruel?’ she said, her vivid imagination
seeing wretched men here, with perhaps only crusts of bread to eat, water to
drink, no warmth, no bed, only the stone floor!
‘Perhaps
some of them escaped out of the gate, and went down the cliff-passage,’ she
said, hopefully.
‘No
- it’s much more likely that the passage was used to get rid of the prisoners,’
said Dick. ‘They could be dragged down to the sea and drowned - and nobody
would ever know.’
‘Don’t
tell me things like that,’ said Anne. ‘It makes me feel I shall hear groans and
cries. I don’t like this place. Let’s go.’
‘I
hate it too,’ said George. ‘And Timmy’s tail is right down.  Julian, do let’s go.’
Julian
walked over to the nail-studded door, and went through the doorway. He looked
out on to a stone paved passage, with stone walls and ceiling. He could see
other doors iron-barred, along a dismal stone passage. He came back to the
others.
‘Yes
- these are the castle dungeons,’ he said. ‘I expect the castle cellars are
somewhere near too - where they stored wine and food and other things. Come on
- let’s explore. I can’t hear a sound. I think this place is absolutely empty.’
They
all followed Julian down the stone passage, looking in at each miserable
dungeon as they passed. Horrible! Dirty, damp, cold, bare - poor, poor
prisoners of long ago!
At
the end of the passage was another iron-barred door, but that too was wide
open. They went through it and came out into an enormous cellar. Old boxes were
there, old worm-eaten chests, broken chairs, loose papers that rustled as their
feet touched them - the kind of junk that can be found in a thousand cellars!
It all smelt rather musty, though, as Julian said, the draught that blew
everywhere took away some of the smell.
They
came to some stone steps and went up them. At the top was another great door,
with an enormous bolt on it. ‘Fortunately the bolt is our side,’ said Julian,
and slid it out of its socket. He was surprised that it went so smoothly - he
had expected it to be rusted and stiff. ‘It’s been oiled recently,’ he said,
shining his torch on it. ‘Well, well - other people have been here not long
ago, and used this door. We’d better go quietly in case they are still here!’
Anne’s
heart began to beat loudly again. She hoped there was no one waiting round a
corner to jump out at them! ‘Be careful, Julian,’ she said. ‘Somebody may have
heard us! They may be waiting to ambush us. They...’
‘All
right, Anne - don’t worry!’ said Julian. ‘Old Timmy would give us a warning
growl if he heard a single foot-step!’
And
good gracious - at that VERY moment Timmy did give a growl - an angry, startled
growl that made everyone jump, and then stand still, holding their breath.
Dick
looked round at Timmy, who was growling again. His head was down and he was
looking at something on the floor. What was it? Dick swung down his torch to
see. Then he gave a small laugh. ‘It’s all right. We don’t need to be scared
yet. Look what Timmy’s growling at!’
They
all looked down - and saw a great fat toad, its brilliant eyes staring steadily
up at them. As they exclaimed at it, it turned aside, and crawled slowly and
clumsily to a little damp spot in the corner of the wall.
 ‘It must be a hundred years
old! Goodness, Timmy, you made me jump when you suddenly growled like that!’
The
toad squatted down in its corner, facing them. It seemed to glare at poor
Timmy. ‘Come away, Tim,’ said Dick. ‘Toads can ooze out a very nasty-smelling,
nasty-tasting stuff. Never bite a toad!’
Julian
had now gone through the door at the top of the steps. He gave a loud
exclamation - so loud that the others rushed to him in alarm, wondering what
was exciting him.
‘Look!’
said Julian, shining his torch into the dark space beyond. ‘See where we’ve
come to! Did you ever see such a store-house of wonders!’
Chapter
Seventeen
IN
THE TREASURE CHAMBER
Julian’s
torch shone steadily into the vast room, which seemed to have no end! The
others shone their torches too, and Timmy pressed between their legs to see
what the excitement was.
What
a sight! They were actually in the enormous chamber that the boys had seen
through the opening, in the well-wall! What a place it was - absolutely vast,
thought Anne, awed at the size, the height and the great silence.
‘There
are the golden statues!’ said Dick, going over to a group of them. ‘Wonderful!
Queer faces they have, though - not like ours. And look how their slanting eyes
gleam when we shine our torches on them. Makes them look as if they’re almost
alive, and looking at us.’
Anne
suddenly gave a cry and rushed over to something. ‘The golden bed!’ she said.
‘I wished I could lie on one - and now I shall!’ And with that she climbed on
to a vast four-poster bed, with a great canopy, now rotting to pieces.
The
bed gave a mournful creak, and the part that Anne was lying on, suddenly
subsided. The canopy collapsed and Anne disappeared in a cloud of dust. The bed
had, quite literally, fallen to pieces! Poor Anne.
The
others helped her up and Timmy looked at the clouds of dust in surprise. What
was Anne doing, making such a dust! He sneezed loudly, and then sneezed again.
Anne sneezed too. She scrambled quickly out of the collapsed bed and dusted herself
down.
‘It
has a gold, carved head-piece, and gold legs and end-piece,’ said Dick, shining
his torch on it. ‘What a monster of a bed, though - I should think six people
could sleep in it at once! What a pity it has been lost here so long - all the
hangings fell to pieces as soon as Anne climbed on the bed-part! What a dust!’
There
was no doubt about it, there were priceless treasures in this vast, underground
cellar. The children could not find the sword with the jewelled handle, nor the
necklace of rubies, which Julian thought were probably locked away in one of
the chests. But they found many other wonderful things.
‘Look
in this chest - this beautiful carved chest!’ called Anne. ‘Gold cups and
plates and dishes. Still bright and clean!’
‘And
look what’s in here!’ shouted George. ‘Wrapped up in stuff that falls to pieces
when I touch it!’
They
crowded round a great enamelled box. In it was a set of animals carved out of
some lovely green stone. They were absolutely perfect, and, when Anne tried to
stand them up, each of them stood as proudly as once they did many many years
ago when little princes and princesses played with them.
‘They’re
made of green jade,’ said Julian. ‘Beautiful! Goodness knows how much they’re
worth! They should be in some museum, not mouldering away in this cellar.’
‘Why
didn’t those collectors take these - and the golden statues - and all the other
things?’ wondered Anne.
‘Well,
that’s obvious,’ said Julian. ‘For one thing this is a secret cellar, I should
think, and nobody would be able to get into it unless they knew the secret way
to it. There’s probably a sliding panel, or hidden door that leads to it,
somewhere in the castle above. It’s very old, and ruined in many parts - and
some of the walls have fallen in - so I suppose it was pretty impossible to get
to the cellars, even if the secret way was known!’
‘Yes
- but what about the way we came up,’ said Dick. ‘From the sea - up the cliff
passage!’
‘Well
- I don’t know exactly why that hasn’t been used before,’ said Julian, ‘though
I could make a guess! Did you notice that great heap of fallen rocks near the
entrance to the cliff passage? I should think that that part of the cliff fell
at one time, and hid the passage completely - blocked it up. Then maybe a storm
came, and the sea shifted some of the rocks - and lo and behold, there was the
secret passage - open again!’
‘And
somebody found it - somebody perhaps who had heard the old legends about the
castle of Whispering Island!’ said Anne.
‘A
collector of old things, do you think?’ asked George. ‘What about those two men
on the island - the ones we saw in the courtyard - do you suppose they know of
this entrance?’
‘Yes,
probably,’ said Julian. ‘And it’s likely they were put on guard, in case anyone
else found it, and came to rob the secret chamber. The things here are
priceless! Those men are not there to guard the animals on the island, as they
were in the old lady’s day. She had genuine keepers, like that nice old man
Lucas, who told us about this island the other day.’
‘You
think these men are in somebody’s pay then - somebody who knows about this
great chamber under the castle, and wants to get the centuries-old treasures?’
said Dick.
‘Yes,’
said Julian. ‘And what’s more I don’t believe that the real owner of the island
- the great-nephew of the old lady who owned it, even knows they’re here, or
that anyone is taking things from his island. For all we know he may live in
America or Australia, and not care tuppence about his island!’
‘How
extraordinary!’ said Anne. ‘If I owned an island like this, I’d live here and
never leave it. And all the animals and birds would be protected as they once
were, and...’
 ‘But now,
the thing is - what are we going to do about all this? We’ll talk about it when
we’re back at the cottage. My word, it’s getting late! It will be pitch dark
outside, unless the moon is up and the sky is clear of clouds!’
‘Well,
come on then, let’s go,’ said Dick, making for the great nail-studded door.
Then, as Timmy suddenly gave a blood-curdling growl, he stopped in fright. They
had shut the door - but now it was opening. Somebody was coming into the great
underground chamber! Who could it be?
‘Quick
- hide!’ said Julian, and he pushed the two girls behind a great chest. The
others were near the golden bed and they crouched behind it at once, Dick’s
hand on Timmy’s collar. He had managed to stop the dog from growling, but was
afraid that Timmy would begin again at any moment!
A
man came into the room - one of the two big fellows that the children had seen
in the courtyard. He didn’t seem to have heard Timmy growling, for he sauntered
in, whistling lightly. He shone his torch all round, and then called loudly.
‘Emilio!
Emilio!’
There
was no answer at all. The man yelled again, and then an answer came from beyond
the door, and hurrying footsteps could be heard. Then in came the other big
rough fellow, and looked round, shining his torch. He lighted an oil lamp on a
box, and switched off his torch.
‘Always
you sleep, Emilio!’ growled the first man. ‘Always you are late! You know the
boat comes tonight to take the next batch of' goods - have you the list? We
must wrap them up quickly and take them to the shore. That little statue has to
go, I know!’
He
went over to the statue of a boy, whose eyes gleamed with emeralds. ‘Well,
boy?’ said the man, ‘you’re going out into the world! How’ll you like that
after being in the dark so long? Don’t glare at me like that, or I’ll box your
ears!’
 The
other fellow came over and shifted a long, deep box over from the wall to the
little golden statue. Then he began to wrap it up carefully, rolling material
round and round it from head to foot while the golden boy stood patiently.
‘What
time is Lanyon coming for it?’ asked Emilio. ‘Have I time to wrap another?’
‘Yes
- that one over there,’ said the first fellow, pointing. Emilio went whistling
over to it, passing the chest behind which the girls were hiding. They crouched
right to the floor, afraid of being seen. But Emilio was sharp-eyed, and
thought he saw something move as he passed by the chest. He stopped. What was
that poking out by the side of the chest - a foot? A FOOT!
Emilio
rushed round the chest, his torch switched on again. He gave a loud shout.
‘Carlo! There’s someone here! Come quickly!’
Carlo,
the second man, dropped what he was holding and raced round to Emilio, who had
now pulled the girls roughly to their feet.
‘What
are you doing here? How did you get in?’ shouted Emilio.
Julian
shot out from his hiding-place at once, followed by Dick and Wilfrid. George
was doing all she could to hold back Timmy, who was now deafening everyone with
his angry barks. He did his best to get away from George, but she was afraid he
might fly at Emilio’s throat. The two men were full of amazement to see the
five children and Timmy!
 ‘Who are you?
What do you mean by coming into this place?’
‘We
came by boat - but the boat got washed out to sea,’ said Julian. ‘We’ve been
camping on the island. We just - er - wandered into this place by mistake.’
‘By
mistake! Well, I can tell you that you’ve certainly made the biggest mistake in
your life!’ said Carlo. ‘You’ll have to stay here for quite a long time - till
our job’s done, at any rate!’
‘What’s
your job?’ asked Julian, bluntly.
‘Wouldn’t
you like to know?’ said Carlo. ‘Well - one part of it is to guard the island,
and keep off strangers! Now, we’ve jobs to do tonight and tomorrow, and I’m
afraid you’re going to have a miserable time!
I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t hand you over to the police - or lock you
up down here for a month, on bread and water!’
Timmy
growled very fiercely indeed, and tugged hard to get away from George and fly
at this hateful man. She hung on to him for all she was worth, though how she
longed to let him leap at the man and get him on the ground!
‘Better
go, Carlo, or we’ll miss that boat out there,’ said Emilio, grumpily. ‘We’ll
deal with these kids when we get back!’ He shouldered the box into which he had
put the wrapped statue, and started for the door. Carlo followed him, backing
all the time to make sure that George did not set Timmy on to him.
‘Don’t
say anything for a minute in case they are listening outside the door,’ said
Julian. So they all stood in silence, Anne’s knees trembling a little. Oh dear
- how unlucky to be caught like this!
‘Relax!’
said Julian, at last. ‘You all look so stiff and tense!’
‘Well,
I should think so!’ said Dick. ‘I don’t particularly want to stay shut up here
till those men deign to come back and do a bit more stealing. Suppose they
never came back! We’d be here for keeps!’
‘No,
Dick!’ said Anne, and to everyone’s surprise, she began to laugh. ‘We can
easily escape!’
‘What
- through that locked and bolted door?’ said Dick. ‘Not a hope!’
‘But
we can easily escape!’ said Anne, and George suddenly brightened up and nodded
her head, smiling. ‘Oh yes - of course! Don’t look so solemn, Dick! Look up
there!’
Dick
looked up to where Anne was pointing. ‘What am I supposed to look at?’ he said.
‘The old stone wall?’
‘No
- just there - over the top of that tall chest,’ said Anne.
  That’s
the old iron door in the side of the old well-wall, isn’t it - the opening I
looked through! It looks just like an ordinary ventilation hole from down here
- and I don’t really believe anyone would ever notice it except us, who know
what it is. I see what you’re getting at, Anne!’
‘Good
old Anne!’ said George, realizing what Anne had in mind. ‘Of course - we’ve
only got to climb up to that hole in the wall, open the door there, and then go
up the well - and we’re safe!’
‘Yes.
But it’s easier said than done,’ said Julian, soberly. ‘We’ve got to get hold
of the rope, and climb right up it to the top - not very easy!’
‘Suppose
the rope’s at the top, with the bucket hanging on the hook?’ said Anne. ‘We’d
never reach it then!’
‘We’ll
think of something!’ said Julian. ‘Anyway, it’s our only hope of escape. Now -
we’ll push that huge, high chest or wardrobe or whatever it is, right over
against the wall, under thit opening into the well - and then we’ll haul a
table on top of that - there’s a sturdy little one over there. Come on! We’ll
be through that opening in no time, and up the well. What a shock for dear
Emilio and Carlo when they come back, and find that the birds have flown!’
Chapter
Eighteen
A
MOST EXCITING TIME!
It
was quite a job pushing the heavy chest over towards the stone wall of the
castle. It took all of them, shoving with all their might, to do it.
‘We
seem to be making an awful noise with the chest scraping over the floor,’
panted Dick. ‘I hope we’re not heard!’
Timmy
wished he could help. He kept jumping up and pressing his paws on the side of
the chest, but Dick stopped him. ‘You’re getting in the way,’ he said. ‘You go
and sit near the door and warn us if you hear those men coming.’
So
Timmy ran to the door and sat there, his head cocked to one side, listening,
while the others went on shoving the heavy chest along. At last it was in
position. Then came the job of hoisting a stout little wooden table on top.
Julian climbed up to the top of the chest to take the table from Dick, but just
couldn’t manage it, it was so heavy and solid. So Wilfrid climbed up beside
him, and between the two of them they pulled up the little oblong table, and
set it firmly on top of the chest. Julian stood on it - and found he could
easily reach the little iron door, that led into the old well.
‘Good,’
he said, and he gave the door a hard shove. It shook a little, but didn’t
budge. He gave it another hard push. ‘What’s up?’ said Dick, climbing up beside
Julian. ‘It must open - the bolt’s not there any more - it fell off into the
well. I expect it’s rusted a little again. We’ll both shove it together.’
The
girls watched the boys anxiously, dreading every moment to hear the two men
returning. Together the boys pushed at the iron door - and it groaned and then
gave way, swinging open inside the well-wall! To the boys’ delight, there was
the rope, hanging near them!
‘We’ve
done it!’ Dick called down softly to the girls. ‘We’ll come down and help you
up to the table here - then we’ll try our luck up the well.’
The
girls were soon on the chest top. There wasn’t room for everyone on the table,
and the boys were debating what to do next.
‘You
go up the rope, Julian,’ said Dick. ‘You can climb up to the top and get out
and look around and make sure there’s no one about. Then Wilfrid can climb up -
do you think you can, Wilfrid?’
‘Of
course,’ said the boy. ‘Then I can help Julian to wind up the girls!’
‘Right!’
said Dick. ‘I’ll stay here with the girls, and help each of them on to the
rope, first Anne - and you two can wind the rope up, with her on it. Then
George can go - and I’ll follow last of all and shut the well-door.’
‘And
when the men come they won’t know how in the world we got out of the treasure
chamber!’ said Anne, grinning.
‘Ready, Ju? I’ll shine my torch for you!’
Julian
nodded. He squeezed through the old iron door, reached out for the rope, and
swung on it for a moment. Then up he went, hand-over-hand, till he reached the
top, a little out of breath, but delighted to be out in the open air and the
bright moonlight. It seemed almost as light as day!
He
called down the well. ‘I’m at the top, Dick, and all’s well. Moon’s out, and
all is quiet.’
‘You
next, Wilfrid,’ said Dick. ‘Can you get hold of the rope all right, do you
think? For pity’s sake don’t fall into the water. My torch will give you plenty
of light.’
‘Don’t
worry about me! It’s just like being on the ropes at gym in school,’ said
Wilfrid, scornfully.
Julian’s
voice came down the well again, echoing hollowly, sounding rather queer.
‘Wilfrid’s safely up. Now send Anne - we’ll wind up the rope for her, so that
she doesn’t need to climb, only to hang on.’
Through
the opening went Anne, and sat on its ledge. ‘Can you swing the rope a bit,
Julian?’ she called. ‘It’s rather far for me to jump.’
‘Good
gracious! For goodness sake be careful!’ called Julian, in alarm. ‘Tell Dick to
help you.’
But
the well-wall opening was so small that Dick couldn’t even look through it
while Anne was sitting there. ‘Don’t jump till you’ve got firm hold of the
rope, Anne,’ he told his sister, anxiously. ‘Is Ju swinging it to and fro? Can
you see it clearly? It’s so dark in the well, and my torch isn’t too good now!’
‘Yes.
I can see it,’ said Anne. ‘It bumped against my legs then, and I just missed
getting it. Here it comes again - I’ve got it! I’m going to hold on to it
tightly and drop off the ledge. Here I go!’
She
sounded very much braver than she felt. She let herself drop off the ledge, and
there she swung on the thick rope, with the black water far below! ‘Wind me up,
Ju!’ she called, and held on as the two boys at the top exerted all their
strength.  Now
for George.
He
climbed down from the table and chest and looked for George and Timmy, shining
his torch everywhere. To his utmost surprise he couldn’t see them! He called
softly. ‘Timmy!’
A
small, stifled whine came from somewhere. Dick frowned. ‘George - where are
you? For goodness sake buck up and come out from where you’re hiding. Those men
might come back at any time! Don’t play the fool.’
A
dark curly head poked out from behind a large box near the door, and George
spoke in a very fierce voice. ‘You know Timmy can’t hang on to a rope! He’d
fall and be drowned. I think you are all horrid to forget that he can’t climb.
I’m staying here with him.  ‘I shall stay here with you. I suppose it’s no use
asking you to let me stay with Tim, while you climb up?’
‘Not
the slightest use. He’s my dog, and I’m jolly well sticking by him,’ said
George. ‘He’d never desert me, I’m sure of that.’
Dick
knew George only too well when she was in one of her determined moods. Nothing,
absolutely nothing, would make her change her mind!
‘All
right, George - I expect I’d feel the same if Timmy was mine,’ said Dick. ‘I’m
staying here with you, though!’
‘No,’
said George. ‘We’ll be all right, Tim and I.’
Dick
ran to the chest and table that he had used to get up to the opening in the
well-wall, and climbed quickly to the top. He swung himself through, sat on the
edge of the opening and called up the well.
‘Julian?
Are you there? Listen - George won’t leave Timmy because he can’t climb up the
rope. So I’m staying with her!’
No
sooner had he said these words, than he heard someone unlocking the door of the
room they were in! Timmy growled so fiercely that Dick’s heart jumped in fear.
Suppose Tim leapt at those men - and one of them had a gun!
George
heard the noise of the key turning in the door, and quick as lightning she went
behind a pile of boxes with Timmy. ‘Go for them, Timmy, just as soon as you
can!’ she said. ‘Get them down before they can hurt you.’
‘Woof,’
said Timmy, understanding every word. He stood beside George, ears cocked,
showing his teeth in a snarl. The door opened, and a man came in, carrying a
lantern. ‘I’ve brought you a light,’ he began - and then Timmy leapt at him!
Crash!
Down went the lantern and the light went out.  The man’s head struck against the edge of a
chest, and he was suddenly still and silent.
 Yes - there was the man on the floor, eyes closed, unmoving!
George
was at the open door, looking out, Timmy by her side. ‘Dick! I’m taking Timmy
down the secret way through the cliffs. I’ll be perfectly safe with him.’
‘I
must tell Julian,’ said Dick. ‘He’s still at the top of the well, expecting you
and Timmy. You go as quickly as you can - and be careful. Timmy will look after
you.’
George
disappeared at top speed, her shoes making no sound. She looked anxious but not
afraid. ‘Good as a boy!’ thought Dick, for the hundredth time. ‘Every bit as
good as a boy. Doesn’t turn a hair! Now I’d better get back to that opening in
the well, and tell Julian that George and Timmy have gone down the secret way.
That man is still knocked out, thank goodness!’
He
was soon on top of the chest and table, and peering through the hole. He could
see the light from Julian’s torch far away at the top, the light flashing on
and off as if signalling. Dick called up ‘Julian!’
‘Oh,
so you’re still there,’ said Julian, sounding very relieved. ‘Anything
happened?’
‘Yes,’
said Dick. ‘I’ll tell you in a minute. Swing the rope a bit, Ju.’
The
rope swung near Dick, and he caught it, and was just about to swing himself
into the well when he heard a noise. He looked back into the vast room, which
was now in darkness, for he had switched off his torch.
Someone
came in hurriedly. ‘What’s happened? Why didn’t you...’ Then he stopped as the
light from the lantern he carried picked out the figure of the man on the
floor. He gave an exclamation and knelt down by him.  He reached down to the sturdy
little table, gave it a shove that sent it hurtling down to the floor, and then
swung himself into the well on the rope. He was just in time to see the table
fall with a crash by the man with the lantern, and to hear him shout in fear -
and then Julian and Wilfrid hauled him up the well, still grinning to himself.
‘Bit of a shock for those men!’ he thought. ‘George and Timmy disappeared - and
the rest of us gone most mysteriously! Pull, Julian, pull!
And
soon he was up on the well-wall, telling the others what had happened. They
laughed in delight.
‘Good
old George! Good old Timmy!’
‘George
knows the way down the cliff passage all right - and if she didn’t Timmy would
take her safely,’ said Julian. ‘We’ll go down on the rocks and meet her, I
think. She should be all right because the moon’s out now, and everything is as
light as day!’
And
off they all went through the wood, laughing when they thought how puzzled and
mystified those men must be!
Chapter
Nineteen
ANNE
IS A TIGER!
In
the meantime, George was hurrying down the secret way through the cliffs. Timmy
ran first in front and then behind, his ears pricked for any possible pursuer
or danger. He could hear no one. Good! Both he and George were glad to hear the
babbling of the funny little underground stream as it ran swiftly down towards the
sea. ‘It’s a nice friendly sound, Tim,’ said George. ‘I like it.’
Once
or twice they slipped from the wet ledges into the water, and George felt a bit
afraid of falling and breaking her torch. ‘It wouldn’t be much fun if we had to
go down this passage in the pitch dark!’ she told Timmy, and he gave a little
woof of agreement.
‘What’s
that bright light?’ said George, suddenly, stopping in the passage. ‘Look, Tim
- awfully bright. Is it someone coming with a lantern?’
Timmy
gave a loud bark and rush in front. He knew that lantern all right! It was the
one that somebody sometimes hung in the sky, and that George called the Moon.
Didn’t she know?
George
soon did know, of course, and cried out in delight. ‘Oh, it’s the moon, of
course, dear old moon. I’d forgotten it was a moonlight night tonight. I wonder
where the others are, Timmy. You’ll have to smell them out!’
Timmy
already knew where they were! He had caught their scent on the wind. They
weren’t very far away! He barked joyously.
He
and George came out of the tunnel in the cliff and found themselves on the
rocks. The sea was splashing over them, and the waves gleamed brightly in the
bright moonlight.
George
saw something moving in the distance. She put her hand on Timmy’s collar.
‘Careful, Tim,’ she said. ‘Is that someone coming over there? Stay by me.’
But
Timmy disobeyed for once! He leapt away and splashed through pools, over
seaweed, over slippery rocks, barking madly. ‘Timmy!’ called George, not
recognising who was coming. ‘TIMMY! COME BACK!’
And
then she saw who were coming over the rock in the bright moonlight, picking
their way through the slippery seaweed. She waved and shouted joyfully.
‘Here
I am! I’ve escaped all right!’
What
a joyful meeting that was! They all sat down on a convenient rock and talked
nineteen to the dozen, telling each other what had happened. And then a big
wave suddenly came up and splashed all over them!
‘Blow!’
said Julian. ‘Tide’s coming in, I suppose. Come on - let’s get back to
Whispering Wood.’
Anne
gave a most enormous yawn. ‘I don’t know what the time is,’ she said. ‘And it’s
so bright everywhere that I’m not sure if it’s day or night. All I know is that
I’m suddenly most awfully SLEEPY.’
Julian
glanced at his watch. ‘It’s very late,’ he said. ‘Long past our bedtime. What
shall we do - risk sleeping here on the island - or find Wilfrid’s boat and row
across to the mainland - and have a nice long, peaceful snooze in that dear
little cottage?’
‘Oh,
don’t let’s stay on the island!’ said Anne. ‘I’d never go to sleep! I’d be
afraid those men would find us.’
‘Don’t
be silly, Anne,’ said George, trying not to yawn. ‘They wouldn’t have the
remotest idea where to look for us! I honestly don’t fancy looking for
Wilfrid’s boat, rowing all the way to the mainland, and then climbing up that
steep hill to the cottage!’
‘Well
- all right,’ said Anne. ‘But oughtn’t somebody to be on guard - oughtn’t we
each to take turn?’
‘Why
so fussy, Anne?’ asked George. ‘Timmy would hear anyone!’
‘I
suppose he would,’ said Anne, giving way. ‘We’ll stay here then.’
They
were all very tired. The boys pulled up armfuls of old dry bracken and spread
it in a sheltered patch of grass, where bushes surrounded them, and sheltered
them from the wind. It was not far from the cove where Wilfrid’s boat lay. They
snuggled into the bracken.
‘Nice
and cosy!’ said George, yawning. ‘Ohhh! I’ve never felt so sleepy in my life!’
And in three seconds she was sound asleep! Wilfrid dropped off at once too, and
Dick and Julian were soon giving little gentle snores.
Anne
was still awake. She felt nervous. ‘I’d dearly like to know if those men are
safely underground!’ she thought. ‘I can’t imagine that they are very pleased
at us getting away - they’ll know we’ll go to the mainland as soon as we can,
and tell everyone what we have found! I should have thought they would try to
stop us leaving. They must hnow we have a boat!’
She
lay and worried, keeping her ears open for any strange sound. Timmy heard her
tossing and turning and crept over to her very quietly, so as not to wake
George.
But
still Anne didn’t fall asleep. Still she kept her ears wide open for any
unusual sound - and then, quite suddenly, she heard something. So did Timmy. He
sat up, and gave a very small growl.
Anne
strained her ears. Yes - it was certainly voices she could hear - low voices,
that didn’t want to be heard. It was the men coming to find Wilfrid’s boat!
Once they had that, the children couldn’t get away from Whispering Island!
Timmy
ran a little way from the bushes, and looked round at Anne as if to say,
‘Coming with me?’
Anne
got up quietly and went to Timmy. He ran on in front, and she followed. She
really must see what was happening, then if it was anything important, she
could run back and rouse everyone. Timmy was taking her to the cove where
Wilfrid had left his boat, hauled high up on the sand, for fear of big waves.
They
were both as quiet as they could be. Timmy growled a little when he heard the
voices again, much nearer this time.
The
men had come quietly round the island in their own boat, to set Wilfrid’s boat
adrift. Anne saw them pushing Wilfrid’s boat down the sand towards the sea.
Once it was adrift, she and the others would be prisoners on the island! She
yelled at the top of her voice.
‘You
stop that! It’s OUR boat!’  The barking awoke all the others and
they leapt up at once. ‘That’s Timmy!’ shouted Julian. ‘That’s Timmy barking!
Come on, quickly - but be careful!’
They
ran at top speed to the cove. Timmy was still barking madly - and someone was
yelling. It sounded like Anne. ANNE - no, no, it couldn’t be quiet little
Anne!’ thought Julian.
But
it was! For when the four arrived at the cove, there was Anne yelling to Timmy
to bite the men, and dancing about in a rare old temper!
‘How
DARE you come and take our boat! I’ll tell Timmy to bite you! And he will too!
 How DARE you take our boat! Bite them, Timmy!’
Timmy
had already bitten both the men, who were now rowing away in their own boat at
top speed. Anne picked up a stone and sent it whizzing after them. It struck
their boat and made them jump.
Anne
jumped too when she turned and saw Julian, George, Wilfrid and Dick. ‘I’m so
glad you’ve come!’ she said. ‘I think Timmy and I have frightened them off. The
beasts!’
‘Frightened
them off! You’ve scared them stiff!’ said Julian, hugging his sister. ‘You even
scared me! Good gracious - the mouse has certainly turned into a fearsome
tiger! I can almost see smoke coming out of your nostrils.’
‘A
tiger? Did I really sound like a tiger?’ said Anne. ‘I’m glad! I hated you all
thinking I was a mouse. You’d better be careful now, I might turn into a tiger
again!’
The
men were now out of sight, and Timmy sent a volley of barks after their
vanished boat. What chance had any men against a dog and a tiger? WOOF!
‘Julian
- why can’t we row back to the mainland now?’ demanded Anne. ‘I’m so hungry and
there’s nothing to eat here now. And I wasn’t really very comfortable in that
brackeny bed. I’m longing to sleep in a proper bed. I’ve a good mind to take
that boat of Wilfrid’s and row myself back, if you don’t want to come.’
Julian
couldn’t help laughing at this new fierce Anne. He put his arm round her.
‘I
believe it’s dangerous to say no to a tiger,’ he said. ‘So you shall have your
way, Anne. I’m awfully hungry too - and I bet the others are.’
And,
in five minutes time, the six of them were out on the sea, Julian taking one
oar, and Dick the other, ‘Swish-swash - swish-swash’ went the oars, and the
boat rocked as it sped along.
‘I
bet if those men spot us out on the sea in a boat, going across to the
mainland, they will feel pretty uncomfortable!’ said Julian. ‘They’ll know
we’ll be going to the police first thing tomorrow. My word - this has been
quite an adventure, hasn’t it! I shall be glad of a little peace now!’
Well
- you’ll soon have it, Julian! That little cottage is waiting for you all, with
its glorious view over the Harbour and Whispering Island. You’ll have quite a
bit of excitement tomorrow, of course, when the police take you back to the
island in their boat, and you show them the old well, the vast
treasure-chamber, the secret passage, and all the rest. You’ll be there when
all the men are rounded up, you’ll watch them chugging off, prisoners, in the
police boat, amazed that the Famous Five should have defeated them. What an
adventure!
‘Now
for a real lazy time!’ said Anne, when the Five had seen the last of the police.
‘Let’s all go out on the hill in the sunshine, and have orangeade and biscuits
and fruit salad - and Wilfrid shall play his magic pipe and bring his furred
and feathered friends to see us.’
‘Has
he found his pipe then?’ said Dick, pleased.
‘Yes.
He took the well-bucket to get some water to drink - and lo and behold the pipe
was in the bottom of the bucket!’ said Anne. ‘He thinks it must have fallen
there the last time he went to fetch water from the well - and nobody noticed
it!’
‘Oh
good!’ said George, thankfully. ‘Wilfrid, what about playing a tune on your
little pipe? I’m so glad it’s found. I’d like to hear it again.’
Wilfrid
was pleased. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘I’ll see if my friends here still remember
me!’
He
sat down on the hillside a little away from the others and began to blow down
the pipe - and out came the strange little tune! At once the birds in the trees
around turned their heads. In the bushes the lizards raised themselves, put
their quaint heads on one side and listened. Rabbits stopped their play. The
big hare bounded up the hill, its great ears taking in every note. A magpie
flew down to the boy’s foot and sat there.
Wilfrid
didn’t stir. He just went on playing as the creatures came to listen. Timmy
listened too, and went to the boy, pressing against him, licking his ear. Then
he went back to George.
We’ll
leave them all there in the sunshine, quiet and peaceful, watching the little
creatures that Wilfrid can always bring around him.
Julian
is lying back, looking at the April sky, glad that their adventure ended so
well. Dick is looking down at Whispering Island, set in the brilliant blue
harbour. Anne is half asleep - quiet little Anne who can turn into a tiger if
she has to!
And
George, of course, is close to Timmy, her arm round his neck, very happy
indeed. Good-bye, Five - it was fun sharing in your grand adventure!


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setf
{!pair}* ⇒ {result}*
psetf
{!pair}* ⇒ nil
pair ::=place newvalue
place—a place.
newvalue—a form.
results—the multiple values_2 returned by the storing form for the last place, or nil if there are no pairs.
setf changes the value of place to be newvalue.
(setf place newvalue) expands into an update form that stores the result of evaluating newvalue into the location referred to by place. Some place forms involve uses of accessors that take optional arguments. Whether those optional arguments are permitted by setf, or what their use is, is up to the setf expander function and is not under the control of setf. The documentation for any function that accepts &optional, &rest, or &key arguments and that claims to be usable with setf must specify how those arguments are treated.
If more than one pair is supplied, the pairs are processed sequentially; that is,
(setf place-1 newvalue-1 place-2 newvalue-2 ... place-N newvalue-N)
is precisely equivalent to
(progn (setf place-1 newvalue-1) (setf place-2 newvalue-2) ... (setf place-N newvalue-N))
For psetf, if more than one pair is supplied then the assignments of new values to places are done in parallel. More precisely, all subforms (in both the place and newvalue forms) that are to be evaluated are evaluated from left to right; after all evaluations have been performed, all of the assignments are performed in an unpredictable order.
For detailed treatment of the expansion of setf and psetf, see Kinds of Places.
(setq x (cons 'a 'b) y (list 1 2 3)) ⇒ (1 2 3) (setf (car x) 'x (cadr y) (car x) (cdr x) y) ⇒ (1 X 3) x ⇒ (X 1 X 3) y ⇒ (1 X 3) (setq x (cons 'a 'b) y (list 1 2 3)) ⇒ (1 2 3) (psetf (car x) 'x (cadr y) (car x) (cdr x) y) ⇒ NIL x ⇒ (X 1 A 3) y ⇒ (1 A 3)
define-setf-expander, defsetf, *macroexpand-hook*
define-setf-expander, defsetf, macroexpand-1, rotatef, shiftf, Generalized Reference
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The Morning After: Apple TV+ has arrived
And a peek inside the AirPods Pro.
by Richard LawlerHey, good morning! You look fabulous.
Halloween is over, and Apple TV+ is here. It's November, and before we fall back this weekend -- yes, it's that time of year in the US -- we have a name for Fisker's fantastical new SUV and a chance to peek inside Apple's professional AirPods.
Deliveries are anticipated in 2022.
Fisker's affordable all-electric SUV is called Ocean
Now Fisker is back, it's building a sub-$40,000 electric SUV, and that vehicle has a name: Ocean. Fisker will forego building a show car and debut what it says is "a fully running production-intent prototype sitting on the actual, completely engineered platform" on January 4th, 2020. That's after the company releases a mobile app that people can use to manage its leases, which will not have a long-term contract. Oh, and the Ocean has a full-length solar roof to go along with its 80 kWh battery pack.
Someone needed another streaming service.
Apple TV+ shows and movies premiere today
Now it's November, we've reached the release date of Apple's streaming video service, Apple TV+. The Apple TV+ service will cost $4.99 per month, but there's a seven-day free trial available to everyone, and if you purchase new hardware -- iPhone, iPad, iPod touch, Apple TV or Mac -- then there's a free year waiting. At launch, viewers can choose between new episodes of For All Mankind, The Morning Show, See, Helpsters, Dickinson, Ghostwriter, Snoopy in Space and Oprah's Book Club.
Creepy.
Instagram is trying to shut down Like Patrol
Like Patrol sends notifications to users whenever their target likes or comments on an Instagram post, and it provides analytics, such as gender and even attractiveness, about who they're interacting with. Originally, Like Patrol referenced data from Instagram's own creepy Following tab, which showed who a user interacted with, their conversations and more. When Instagram discontinued the Following tab, Like Patrol developed its own scraping algorithms to track interactions -- now the social network has sent out a cease-and-desist order.
They're no easier to repair than the originals.
AirPods Pro have replaceable components but aren't repairable
Early adopters are already testing out Apple's newest wireless buds (review incoming), but don't expect them to last a lifetime. While the AirPods Pro pack more conventional components -- especially the batteries -- iFixit found that they're no more repairable than the OG AirPods, thanks to a lot of glue in their construction. Those new silicone tips? If you need more, you'll have to get them from Apple. Existing third-party ones won't fit.
With the chin you'd expect.
Motorola's foldable display RAZR leaks in first official-looking images
A more official-looking leaked image of the reinvented RAZR, a Motorola flip phone with a foldable display, has surfaced. It has a chunky lip at the base for the top half to fold into, flush. In general, it looks more like the RAZR of old than you might have expected, though other rumors suggest a more contemporary spec sheet, including a Snapdragon 710 processor and 256 gigs of storage. We're expecting official confirmation of the new foldable on November 13th.
You'll have to enable the feature and confirm your fingerprint first.
WhatsApp's fingerprint unlock feature finally arrives on Android
Earlier this year, WhatsApp added an extra layer of privacy for iOS users when it enabled support for Touch ID and Face ID on iPhones and iPads. Now Android has caught up. WhatsApp users can unlock the app with their fingerprint once it's enabled in settings. The messaging company hasn't said whether it would bring face unlock capabilities for Android phones with the feature.
But wait, there's more...
- Tipping point: The gig economy hits delivery drivers in their wallets
- Apple Card users get 24-month interest-free financing on iPhones
- Aaron Sorkin rails on Zuckerberg in open letter
- Toronto is reining in Sidewalk Labs' smart city dream
- Hackers breached some of the web's most popular domain registrars
- Is the iPad Air the 'just right' tablet for most people?
- Face Darth Vader himself in the final episode of his Oculus VR saga
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{% extends "base.html" %} {% block content %} the ulug Next Meeting The next meeting will be at 5:30 PM on July 31, 2014. {% endblock %}
The next meeting will be at 5:30 PM on July 31, 2014.


abstract class SignTransactionFlow : Flow<SignedTransaction>
The SignTransactionFlow should be called in response to the CollectSignaturesFlow. It automates the signing of a transaction providing the transaction:
Usage:
Example - checking and signing a transaction involving a net.corda.core.contracts.DummyContract, see CollectSignaturesFlowTests.kt for further examples:
class Responder(val otherPartySession: FlowSession): Flow<SignedTransaction> {
@Suspendable override fun call(): SignedTransaction {
// [SignTransactionFlow] sub-classed as a singleton object.
val flow = object : SignTransactionFlow(otherPartySession) {
@Suspendable override fun checkTransaction(stx: SignedTransaction) = requireThat {
val tx = stx.tx
val magicNumberState = tx.outputs.single().data as DummyContract.MultiOwnerState
"Must be 1337 or greater" using (magicNumberState.magicNumber >= 1337)
}
}
// Invoke the subFlow, in response to the counterparty calling [CollectSignaturesFlow].
val expectedTxId = subFlow(flow).id
return subFlow(ReceiveFinalityFlow(otherPartySession, expectedTxId))
}
}
otherSideSession
- The session which is providing you a transaction to sign.
<init> |
The SignTransactionFlow should be called in response to the CollectSignaturesFlow. It automates the signing of a transaction providing the transaction: SignTransactionFlow(otherSideSession: FlowSession) |
flowEngine |
lateinit var flowEngine: FlowEngine |
identityService |
lateinit var identityService: IdentityService |
keyManagementService |
lateinit var keyManagementService: KeyManagementService |
otherSideSession |
The session which is providing you a transaction to sign. val otherSideSession: FlowSession |
stateLoaderService |
lateinit var stateLoaderService: StateLoaderService |
transactionMappingService |
lateinit var transactionMappingService: TransactionMappingService |
transactionService |
lateinit var transactionService: TransactionService |
call |
open fun call(): SignedTransaction |
checkTransaction |
The checkTransaction method allows the caller of this flow to provide some additional checks over the proposed transaction received from the counterparty. For example: abstract fun checkTransaction(stx: SignedTransaction): Unit |


PART II. INTERMEDIATE APPELLATE COURT
Note
As enacted, the sections in this part were designated §§602-12 to 602-20.
Rules of Court
See generally Rules of the Intermediate Court of Appeals; Hawaii Rules of Appellate Procedure; Hawaii Court Records Rules; Hawaii Electronic Filing and Service Rules.
Law Journals and Reviews
Administering Justice or Just Administration: The Hawaii Supreme Court and the Intermediate Court of Appeals. 14 UH L. Rev. 271 (1992).
Judicial Review and Sexual Freedom. 30 UH L. Rev. 1 (2007).
§602-51 How constituted. The intermediate appellate court shall consist of a chief judge and five associate judges. The chief judge, who shall be specifically selected, shall supervise the administrative duties of the court. [L 1979, c 111, pt of §3; am L 1992, c 253, §2; am L 2001, c 248, §1]


K
- the key type for the cacheV
- the value type for the cachepublic interface Cache<K,V> extends java.lang.Iterable<Cache.Entry<K,V>>
In order to function, cache keys must respect the hash code
and
equals
contracts. This contract is what will be used to lookup values based on key.
A Cache
is not a map, mostly because it has the following two concepts linked to mappings:
Cache
has a capacity constraint and in order to honor it, a Cache
can
evict (remove) a mapping at any point in time. Note that eviction may occur before maximum capacity is
reached.Cache
can be configured to expire after some time. There is no way for a
Cache
user to differentiate from the API between a mapping being absent or expired.| Modifier and Type | Interface and Description |
|---|---|
static interface |
Cache.Entry<K,V>
A mapping of key to value held in a
Cache . |
| Modifier and Type | Method and Description |
|---|---|
void |
clear()
Removes all mappings currently present in the
Cache . |
boolean |
containsKey(K key)
Checks whether a mapping for the given key is present, without retrieving the associated value.
|
V |
get(K key)
Retrieves the value currently mapped to the provided key.
|
java.util.Map<K,V> |
getAll(java.util.Set<? extends K> keys)
Retrieves all values associated with the given key set.
|
CacheRuntimeConfiguration<K,V> |
getRuntimeConfiguration()
Exposes the
CacheRuntimeConfiguration associated with this Cache instance. |
java.util.Iterator<Cache.Entry<K,V>> |
iterator()
Returns an iterator over the cache entries.
|
void |
put(K key,
V value)
Associates the given value to the given key in this
Cache . |
void |
putAll(java.util.Map<? extends K,? extends V> entries)
Associates all the provided key:value pairs.
|
V |
putIfAbsent(K key,
V value)
Maps the specified key to the specified value in this cache, unless a non-expired mapping
already exists.
|
void |
remove(K key)
Removes the value, if any, associated with the provided key.
|
boolean |
remove(K key,
V value)
Removes the entry for a key only if currently mapped to the given value
and the entry is not expired.
|
void |
removeAll(java.util.Set<? extends K> keys)
Removes any associated value for the given key set.
|
V |
replace(K key,
V value)
Replaces the entry for a key only if currently mapped to some value and the entry is not expired.
|
boolean |
replace(K key,
V oldValue,
V newValue)
Replaces the entry for a key only if currently mapped to the given value
and the entry is not expired.
|
V get(K key) throws CacheLoadingException
key
- the key, may not be null
null
if nonejava.lang.NullPointerException
- if the provided key is null
CacheLoadingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache was
invoked and threw an Exception
void put(K key, V value) throws CacheWritingException
Cache
.key
- the key, may not be null
value
- the value, may not be null
java.lang.NullPointerException
- if either key or value is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache threw an
Exception
while writing the value for the given key to the underlying system of record.boolean containsKey(K key)
key
- the key, may not be null
true
if a mapping is present, false
otherwisejava.lang.NullPointerException
- if the provided key is null
void remove(K key) throws CacheWritingException
key
- the key to remove the value for, may not be null
java.lang.NullPointerException
- if the provided key is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache threw an
Exception
while removing the value for the given key from the underlying system of record.java.util.Map<K,V> getAll(java.util.Set<? extends K> keys) throws BulkCacheLoadingException
keys
- keys to query for, may not contain null
null
if the key was not mappedjava.lang.NullPointerException
- if the Set
or any of the contained keys are null
.BulkCacheLoadingException
- if loading some or all values failedvoid putAll(java.util.Map<? extends K,? extends V> entries) throws BulkCacheWritingException
entries
- key:value pairs to associate, keys or values may not be null
java.lang.NullPointerException
- if the Map
or any of the contained keys or values are null
.BulkCacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache threw an
Exception
while writing given key:value pairs to the underlying system of record.void removeAll(java.util.Set<? extends K> keys) throws BulkCacheWritingException
keys
- keys to remove values for, may not be null
java.lang.NullPointerException
- if the Set
or any of the contained keys are null
.BulkCacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache threw an
Exception
while removing mappings for given keys from the underlying system of record.void clear()
Cache
.
It does so without invoking the CacheLoaderWriter
or any registered
CacheEventListener
instances.
This is not an atomic operation and can potentially be very expensive.
V putIfAbsent(K key, V value) throws CacheLoadingException, CacheWritingException
This is equivalent to
if (!cache.containsKey(key)) cache.put(key, value); return null; else return cache.get(key);except that the action is performed atomically.
The value can be retrieved by calling the get
method
with a key that is equal to the original key.
Neither the key nor the value can be null
.
key
- key with which the specified value is to be associatedvalue
- value to be associated with the specified keynull
if no such mapping existed or the mapping was expiredjava.lang.NullPointerException
- if any of the arguments is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated
with this cache threw an Exception
while writing the value for the
given key to the underlying system of record.CacheLoadingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache was invoked and threw an Exception
boolean remove(K key, V value) throws CacheWritingException
This is equivalent to
if (cache.containsKey(key) && cache.get(key).equals(value)) { cache.remove(key); return true; } else return false;except that the action is performed atomically.
The key cannot be null
.
key
- key with which the specified value is associatedvalue
- value expected to be removedjava.lang.NullPointerException
- if any of the arguments is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated
with this cache threw an Exception
while removing the value for the
given key from the underlying system of record.V replace(K key, V value) throws CacheLoadingException, CacheWritingException
This is equivalent to
V oldValue = cache.get(key); if (oldValue != null) { cache.put(key, value); } return oldValue;except that the action is performed atomically.
Neither the key nor the value can be null
.
key
- of the value to be replacedvalue
- the new valuenull
if
no such mapping existed or the mapping was expiredjava.lang.NullPointerException
- if any of the arguments is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated
with this cache threw an Exception
while writing the value for the
given key to the underlying system of record.CacheLoadingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache was invoked and threw an Exception
boolean replace(K key, V oldValue, V newValue) throws CacheLoadingException, CacheWritingException
This is equivalent to
if (cache.containsKey(key) && cache.get(key).equals(oldValue)) { cache.put(key, newValue); return true; } else return false;except that the action is performed atomically.
Neither the key nor the value can be null
.
key
- key with which the specified value is associatedoldValue
- value expected to be associated with the specified keynewValue
- value to be associated with the specified keyjava.lang.NullPointerException
- if any of the arguments is null
CacheWritingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated
with this cache threw an Exception
while writing the value for the
given key to the underlying system of record.CacheLoadingException
- if the CacheLoaderWriter
associated with this cache was invoked and threw an Exception
CacheRuntimeConfiguration<K,V> getRuntimeConfiguration()
CacheRuntimeConfiguration
associated with this Cache instance.java.util.Iterator<Cache.Entry<K,V>> iterator()
Due to the interactions of the cache and iterator contracts it is possible for iteration to return expired entries.
iterator
in interface java.lang.Iterable<Cache.Entry<K,V>>


FOOMATIC-ADDPJLOPTIONS
Section: Maintenance Commands (8)Updated: 2001-05-07
Index Return to Main Contents
NAME
foomatic-addpjloptions - Format PJL option information the for foomatic databaseSYNOPSIS
foomatic-addpjloptions [-dafis][-o dir] -p printer_ID [pjl_info_file]
foomatic-addpjloptions [-dafq] [pjl_info_file]
foomatic-addpjloptions -h
Description
foomatic-addpjloptions formats the PJL information file (or STDIN) into a format usable by the Foomatic database.
Options
- -a
-
Convert all PJL options in the information file.
- -d
-
Enable debugging information.
- -f
-
Do not ask for permission, force conversion.
- -h
-
Print a help message and exit.
- -q
-
Print a summary of the PJL information. This output is not compatible with
the foomatic database, and is useful for debugging.
- -s
-
Produce a single option file containing all the option values.
- -o dir
-
The directory the option information files are written to.
- -p printer_ID
-
Name of the printer in the foomatic database.
This is used to extract printer manufacturer and model information.
- pjl_info_file
-
File with PJL information returned by the printer. If this filename is not
provided, the PJL options are taken from standard input.
FILES
- /usr/share/foomatic/templates/pjl*.xml
-
Template files for option information.
- ./foomatic-db/opts
-
Option information stored in this directory.
EXIT STATUS
foomatic-addpjloptions returns 0 on success, and a nonzero value on failure.AUTHOR
Manfred Wassmann<EMAIL_ADDRESS>for the foomatic project using output from the associated binary.Modified by Patrick Powell (<papowell at astart.com>).
BUGS
Please post bug reports on
http://lists.freestandards.org/mailman/listinfo/printing-foomatic
Index
This document was created by man2html, using the manual pages.
Time: 05:34:25 GMT, December 24, 2015


The last couple of days, I’ve been working on a set of Ruby scripts to download XMLTV format (or some derivative) schedules from tv.swedb.se, process them against rulesets, and export the intersection as reminders in an iCalendar (.ics) file that you can subscribe to with iCal.
An archive of the scripts including documentation/installation instructions is available as iCalTV.zip.
The documentation/installation instructions, in Swedish only for now, are available by themselves as iCalTV.html.
Though that documentation is in Swedish only, the code and its comments are in English, so if anyone wants to adapt this for another country, it shouldn’t be too hard to follow. I will add English documentation if it turns out anyone wants it.
Until then, this is how iCalTV works in brief:
Install the set of Ruby scripts and support files into e.g. ~/Library/iCalTV
. Schedule grabber.rb
to run every couple of days. That script retrieves new schedules and also runs cleaner.rb
, which removes expired schedules, and icaltv.rb
, which is the rule/calendar engine.
Data is stored in ~/Library/Xmltv
, intended to be the shared space for everything that works with this data. That could include TV listing widgets, tools to search in schedules or whatever.
~/Library/Xmltv/favorites
contains channels.xml
, listing the channels you’re interested in, and rulesets.xml
, containing, well, rulesets. A ruleset has an optional name, optional settings for how long before a show to notify, optional settings for the notification sound, and then a set of rules and the setting whether all rules need match, or just any one.
A ruleset might look like this:
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In addition to the scheduling, grabber.rb
needs to be run manually whenever you add new channels (unless you want to wait for the scheduled update), and icaltv.rb
needs to be run manually whenever the rulesets are changed. I plan for some interface to the channels and rulesets that would handle this itself.
When icaltv.rb
is run, it compares the schedules downloaded for your channels to the rulesets, and exports an iCalendar file of your favorite shows to ~/Sites/TV.ics
.
All that remains is to toggle on Personal Web Sharing, and then subscribe to the file through your web server, in iCal, keeping in mind not to leave “Remove alarms” checked.


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Violence Prompts Denmark to Tighten Swedish Border
by ASSOCIATED PRESSCOPENHAGEN, Denmark (AP) — Denmark will temporarily reinstate border controls with Sweden and step up police work along the border after a series of violent crimes and explosions around Copenhagen that Danish authorities say were carried out by perpetrators from Sweden.
The checks, which start Tuesday for six months, will take place at the Oresund Bridge between Copenhagen and the Swedish city of Malmo and also at ferry ports.
Lene Frank of Denmark’s National Police said there will be random and periodic checks of people crossing the border and officers will focus “particularly on cross-border crime involving explosives, weapons and drugs.”
Since February there have been 13 blasts in Copenhagen. Authorities believe an Aug. 6 explosion at the Danish Tax Agency “was committed by criminals that had crossed the border from Sweden.” Two Swedish citizens are in custody.
Denmark Justice Minister Nick Haekkerup has called a June 25 double murder — where two Swedish citizens were gunned down in suburban Copenhagen — “a showdown between feuding gangs from Sweden.”
On Saturday, a 15-year-old boy was shot dead and another 15-year-old was critically wounded in Malmo, Sweden’s third-largest city, just across the water from Copenhagen.
The boys “were well-known to the police despite their young age,” senior police officer Stefan Sinteus told a news conference Monday. “It was a somber weekend.”
The shooting came just minutes after an explosion in another Malmo district where a bomb set under a car detonated, destroying the vehicle and damaging other cars. Police said Monday that the blast could have been a diversion from the killing.
No one has been arrested in the Malmo shootings.
Police in Malmo — a Swedish city also hit by explosions and shootings between feuding gangs — will get extra officers to cope with the violence, said Carina Persson, the southern Sweden regional police chief.
Haekkerup said in October that the blast at the headquarters of the Danish Tax Agency and the twin murders in suburban Copenhagen were “examples of the serious crime that can flow over the border from Sweden. We will not accept that.”
He said the temporary border controls should protect Denmark against both “foreigners who do not live up to the entrance criteria and foreigners who may intend to commit serious organizes crime or terror in Denmark.”
Along with the border checks, authorities plan to have more surveillance, more surveillance of gang members, more drones and more bomb-sniffing dogs, Haekkerup said.
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Any CSS class can override our body element's CSS declaration
So what if we have multiple CSS classes listed in the HTML element. The order of the class declarations in the <style> section is whats important, not the order the classes are listed in the HTML.
Subsequent CSS declarations in the <style> override presequence CSS class declaration. In our example the second declaration will always take precedence over the first. Because .blue-text is declared second, it overrides the attributes of .pink-text
The id attribute will always take precedence, over the CSS classes. In the our <h1> header "Hello World" the id style took precedence over my two CSS classes.
Inline styles will override all the CSS declarations in your style element
In many situations, you will use CSS libraries. These may accidentally override your own CSS. So when you absolutely need to be sure that an element has specific CSS, you can use !important
You just need to add it to the element declaration, to override
An example of how to do this is:
color: red !important!
In the our <h1> header "Hello World" by adding the !important keyword to the pink-text class color declaration, we make sure 100% that the text will be pink.
For example, For example, red's hex code #FF0000 can be shortened to #F00. This shortened form gives one digit for red, one digit for green, and one digit for blue.
To create a CSS Variable, you just need to give it a name with two dashes(--) in front of it and assign it a value like this:
--penguin-skin: gray
You can reference the CSS variables like the following
background: var(--penguin-skin);
When using your variable as a CSS property value, you can attach a fallback value that your browser will revert to if the given variable is invalid.
Note: This fallback is not used to increase browser compatibilty, and it will not work on IE browsers. Rather, it is used so that the browser has a color to display if it cannot find your variable.
background: var(--penguin-skin, black);
When your browser parses the CSS of a webpage, it ignores any properties that it doesn't recognize or support. For example, if you use a CSS variable to assign a background color on a site, Internet Explorer will ignore the background color because it does not support CSS variables.
This means that if you do want to provide a browser fallback, it's as easy as providing another more widely supported value immediately before your declaration. That way an older browser will have something to fall back on, while a newer browser will just interpret whatever declaration comes later in the cascade.
Here is an example:
.red-box { background: red; background: var(--red-color); }
When you create a variable, it becomes available for you to use inside the element in which you create it. It also becomes available within any elements nested within it. This effect is known as cascading.
Because of cascading, CSS variables are often defined in the :root element.
You can think of the :root element as a container for your entire HTML document, in the same way that an html element is a container for the body element.
By creating your variables in :root, they will be available throughout the whole web page.
When you create your variables in :root they will set the value of that variable for the whole page.
You can then over-write these variables by setting them again within a specific element.
:root { --penguin-skin: gray; --penguin-belly: pink; --penguin-beak: orange; } .penguin { --penguin-belly: white; }
For instance, when your screen is smaller or larger than your media query break point, you can change the value of a variable, and it will apply its style wherever it is used.
An example:
:root { --penguin-size: 300px; --penguin-skin: gray; --penguin-belly: white; --penguin-beak: orange; } @media (max-width: 350px) { :root { --penguin-size: 200px; --penguin-skin: black; } }Page 13


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