Across the garden, in the hedge, was another gate through which they could see a steep sunny field stretching away down to the river bank, which was steeper here and higher, with old gnarled trees growing out of it, their large roots so exposed that one wondered how they managed to draw sustenance enough from the ground to support the great trunks and spreading branches.
"I have ordered ham and eggs, and cream, and jam, and cake," said Kitty, as she rejoined them, "and it will all be ready in an hour.
It is three o'clock now." "Only three!" sighed Dan in mock despair.

"One whole hour to wait! Will it take all that time to get it ready ?" "I think it is a good thing," said Betty, "that we have to wait, for we are not _very_ hungry now--at least I am not; and you see we've got to pay the same however little we eat, and it does seem a pity to waste our money." "What a mind she has!" cried Dan, pretending to be lost in admiration.
But at that same moment there once more reached their ears sounds as of an approaching earthquake.
"The train!" cried Betty, and seizing Tony's hand, drew him carefully back close to the gate.
Dan cast a hasty look around him for handy missiles.

Kitty saw it, and knew what was in his mind.
"Don't throw things at them, Dan, please! Think of yesterday, and Jabez, and Aunt Pike.

_Don't_ throw anything to hurt them." The "Rover" was lumbering nearer and nearer.

The two men on it had already caught sight of the quartette at the gate, and were grinning at them derisively.