Five on a Treasure Island

FAMOUS FIVE 01

Enid Blyton

CONTENTS

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1 A great surprise

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2 The strange cousin

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3 A queer story—and a new friend

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4 An exciting afternoon

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5 A visit to the island

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6 What the storm did

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7 Back to Kirrin cottage

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8 Exploring the wreck

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9 The box from the wreck

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10 An astonishing offer

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11 Off to Kirrin island

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12 Exciting discoveries

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13 Down in the dungeons

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14 Prisoners!

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15 Dick to the rescue!

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16 A plan— and a narrow escape

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17 The end of the great adventure

FIVE ON A TREASURE ISLAND

The FAMOUS FIVE are

Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by right),

Anne, and Timothy the dog.

This is the story how the 'Famous Five'

came into being and of their very first adventure

together.

And what an adventure it was—involving an

island, a ruined castle, an ancient wreck—and

a desperate treasure hunt! The children's pluck

and resourcefulness saved the family fortunes

and made possible many more exciting

expeditions for the Five.

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"MOTHER, have you heard about our summer holidays yet?" said Julian, at the breakfast-table. "Can we go to Polseath as usual?"

"I'm afraid not," said his mother. "They are quite full up this year."

The three children at the breakfast-table looked at one another in great disappointment. They did so love the house at Polseath. The beach was so lovely there, too, and the bathing was fine.

"Cheer up," said Daddy. "I dare say we'll find somewhere else just as good for you.

And anyway, Mother and I won't be able to go with you this year. Has Mother told you?"

"No!" said Anne. "Oh, Mother—is it true? Can't you really come with us on our holidays? You always do."

"Well, this time Daddy wants me to go to Scotland with him," said Mother. "All by ourselves! And as you are really getting big enough to look after yourselves now, we thought it would be rather fun for you to have a holiday on your own too. But now that you can't go to Polseath, I don't really quite know where to send you."

"What about Quentin's?" suddenly said Daddy. Quentin was his brother, the children's uncle. They had only seen him once, and had been rather frightened of him. He was a very tall, frowning man, a clever scientist who spent all his time studying. He lived by the sea— but that was about all that the children knew of him!

"Quentin?" said Mother, pursing up her lips. "Whatever made you think of him? I shouldn't think he'd want the children messing about in his little house."

"Well," said Daddy, "I had to see Quentin's wife in town the other day, about a business matter— and I don't think things are going too well for them. Fanny said that she would be quite glad if she could hear of one or two people to live with her for a while, to bring a little money in. Their house is by the sea, you know. It might be just the thing for the children. Fanny is very nice— she would look after them well."

"Yes— and she has a child of her own too, hasn't she?" said the children's mother.

"Let me see— what's her name— something funny— yes, Georgina! How old would she be? About eleven, I should think."

"Same age as me," said Dick. "Fancy having a cousin we've never seen! She must be jolly lonely all by herself. I've got Julian and Anne to play with— but Georgina is just one on her own. I should think she'd be glad to see us."

"Well, your Aunt Fanny said that her Georgina would love a bit of company," said Daddy. "You know, I really think that would solve our difficulty, if we telephone to Fanny and arrange for the children to go there. It would help Fanny, I'm sure, and Georgina would love to have someone to play with in the holidays. And we should know that our three were safe."

The children began to feel rather excited. It would be fun to go to a place they had never been to before, and stay with an unknown cousin.

"Are there cliffs and rocks and sands there?" asked Anne. "Is it a nice place?"

"I don't remember it very well," said Daddy. "But I feel sure it's an exciting kind of place. Anyway, you'll love it! It's called Kirrin Bay. Your Aunt Fanny has lived there all her life, and wouldn't leave it for anything."

"Oh Daddy, do telephone to Aunt Fanny and ask her if we can go there!" cried Dick.

"I just feel as if it's the right place somehow. It sounds sort of adventurous!"

"Oh, you always say that, wherever you go!" said Daddy, with a laugh. "All right—

I'll ring up now, and see if there's any chance."

They had all finished their breakfast, and they got up to wait for Daddy to telephone.

He went out into the hall, and they heard him putting the call through.

"I hope it's all right for us!" said Julian. "I wonder what Georgina's like. Funny name, isn't it? More like a boy's than a girl's. So she's eleven— a year younger than I am—

same age as you, Dick— and a year older than you, Anne. She ought to fit in with us all right. The four of us ought to have a fine time together."

Daddy came back in about ten minutes' time, and the children knew at once that he had fixed up everything. He smiled round at them.

"Well, that's settled," he said. "Your Aunt Fanny is delighted about it. She says it will be awfully good for Georgina to have company, because she's such a lonely little girl, always going off by herself. And she will love looking after you all. Only you'll have to be careful not to disturb your Uncle Quentin. He is working very hard, and he isn't very good-tempered when he is disturbed."

"We'll be as quiet as mice in the house!" said Dick. "Honestly we will. Oh, goody, goody— when are we going, Daddy?"

"Next week, if Mother can manage it," said Daddy.

Mother nodded her head. "Yes," she said, "There's nothing much to get ready for them— just bathing suits and jerseys and shorts. They all wear the same."

"How lovely it will be to wear shorts again," said Anne, dancing round. "I'm tired of wearing school tunics. I want to wear shorts, or a bathing suit, and go bathing and climbing with the boys."

"Well, you'll soon be doing it," said Mother, with a laugh. "Remember to put ready any toys or books you want, won't you? Not many, please, because there won't be a great deal of room."

"Anne wanted to take all her fifteen dolls with her last year," said Dick, "Do you remember, Anne? Weren't you funny?"

"No, I wasn't," said Anne, going red. "I love my dolls, and I just couldn't choose which to take— so I thought I'd take them all. There's nothing funny about that."

"And do you remember, the year before, Anne wanted to take the rocking-horse?" said Dick, with a giggle.

Mother chimed in. "You know, I remember a little boy called Dick who put aside two golliwogs, one teddy bear, three toy dogs, two toy cats and his old monkey to take down to Polseath one year," she said.

Then it was Dick's turn to go red. He changed the subject at once.

"Daddy, are we going by train or by car?" he asked.

"By car," said Daddy. "We can pile everything into the boot. Well— what about Tuesday?"

"That would suit me well," said Mother. "Then we could take the children down, come back, and do our own packing at leisure, and start off for Scotland on the Friday.

Yes— we'll arrange for Tuesday."

So Tuesday it was. The children counted the days eagerly, and Anne marked one off the calendar each night. The week seemed a very long time in going. But at last Tuesday did come. Dick and Julian, who shared a room, woke up at about the same moment, and stared out of the nearby window.

"It's a lovely day, hurrah!" cried Julian, leaping out of bed. "I don't know why, but it always seems very important that it should be sunny on the first day of a holiday. Let's wake Anne."

Anne slept in the next room. Julian ran in and shook her. "Wake up! It's Tuesday! And the sun's shining."

Anne woke up with a jump and stared at Julian joyfully. "It's come at last!" she said.

"I thought it never would. Oh, isn't it an exciting feeling to go away for a holiday!"

They started soon after breakfast. Their car was a big one, so it held them all very comfortably. Mother sat in front with Daddy, and the three children sat behind, their feet on two suitcases. In the luggage-place at the back of the car were all kinds of odds and ends, and one small trunk. Mother really thought they had remembered everything.

Along the crowded London roads they went, slowly at first, and then, as they left the town behind, more quickly. Soon they were right into the open country, and the car sped along fast. The children sang songs to themselves, as they always did when they were happy.

"Are we picnicking soon?" asked Anne, feeling hungry all of a sudden.

"Yes," said Mother. "But not yet. It's only eleven o'clock. We shan't have lunch till at least half-past twelve, Anne."

"Oh, gracious!" said Anne. "I know I can't last out till then!"

So her mother handed her some chocolate, and she and the boys munched happily, watching the hills, woods and fields as the car sped by.

The picnic was lovely. They had it on the top of a hill, in a sloping field that looked down into a sunny valley. Anne didn't very much like a big brown cow who came up close and stared at her, but it went away when Daddy told it to. The children ate enormously, and Mother said that instead of having a tea-picnic at half-past four they would have to go to a tea-house somewhere, because they had eaten all the tea sandwiches as well as the lunch ones!

"What time shall we be at Aunt Fanny's?" asked Julian, finishing up the very last sandwich and wishing there were more.

"About six o'clock with luck," said Daddy. "Now who wants to stretch their legs a bit?

We've another long spell in the car, you know."

The car seemed to eat up the miles as it purred along. Tea-time came, and then the three children began to feel excited all over again.

"We must watch out for the sea," said Dick. "I can smell it somewhere near!"

He was right. The car suddenly topped a hill— and there, was the shining blue sea, calm and smooth in the evening sun. The three children gave a yell.

"There it is!"

"Isn't it marvellous!"

"Oh, I want to bathe this very minute!"

"We shan't be more than twenty minutes now, before we're at Kirrin Bay," said Daddy. "We've made good time. You'll see the bay soon— it's quite a big one— with a funny sort of island at the entrance of the bay."

The children looked out for it as they drove along the coast. Then Julian gave a shout.

"There it is— that must be Kirrin Bay. Look, Dick— isn't it lovely and blue?"

"And look at the rocky little island guarding the entrance of the bay," said Dick. "I'd like to visit that."

"Well, I've no doubt you will," said Mother. "Now, let's look out for Aunt Fanny's house. It's called Kirrin Cottage."

They soon came to it. It stood on the low cliff overlooking the bay, and was a very old house indeed. It wasn't really a cottage, but quite a big house, built of old white stone.

Roses climbed over the front of it, and the garden was gay with flowers.

"Here's Kirrin Cottage," said Daddy, and he stopped the car in front of it. "It's supposed to be about three hundred years old! Now— where's Quentin? Hallo, there's Fanny!"

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The children's aunt had been watching for the car. She came running out of the old wooden door as soon as she saw it draw up outside. The children liked the look of her at once.

"Welcome to Kirrin!" she cried. "Hallo, all of you! It's lovely to see you. And what big children!"

There were kisses all round, and then the children went into the house. They liked it. It felt old and rather mysterious somehow, and the furniture was old and very beautiful.

"Where's Georgina?" asked Anne, looking round for her unknown cousin.

"Oh, the naughty girl! I told her to wait in the garden for you," said her aunt. "Now she's gone off somewhere. I must tell you, children, you may find George a bit difficult at first— she's always been one on her own, you know. And at first may not like you being here. But you mustn't take any notice of that— she'll be all right in a short time. I was very glad for George's sake that you were able to come. She badly needs other children to play with."

"Do you call her 'George'?" asked Anne, in surprise. "I thought her name was Georgina."

"So it is," said her aunt. "But George hates being a girl, and we have to call her George, as if she was a boy. The naughty girl won't answer if we call her Georgina."