A DANGEROUS JOURNEY
Sam and Miriam left his house as it began to get dark. They carried a big bag of food, candles and warm clothing. Sam had reasoned that wherever the others were if they needed candles they probably didn’t have any heat. They waited in the shadows of the trees on the Green.
The first words they heard were, ”Hurry up. I think I’m being followed.”
“Who by?” asked Sam as Belle appeared out of the gloom.
“I told you, Willis. He must have left the People’s cafe early. Come on.”
They crept behind Belle across the Green, flitting from the shadow of one tree to another, then ducked down alleys and crept up Lanes, crossed Circles and avoided Avenues. If anyone was following them, and especially if it was the fat and wheezing Flouncy Willis, they would certainly have been los
