-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Эдит Несбит
-
- Дети железной дороги
-
- Стр. 188/240
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Would
you
rather
wait
here
for
us
?
"
asked
Bobbie
,
severely
,
and
of
course
that
settled
the
question
.
So
the
three
went
on
into
the
deeper
darkness
of
the
tunnel
.
Peter
led
,
holding
his
candle
end
high
to
light
the
way
.
The
grease
ran
down
his
fingers
,
and
some
of
it
right
up
his
sleeve
.
He
found
a
long
streak
from
wrist
to
elbow
when
he
went
to
bed
that
night
.
It
was
not
more
than
a
hundred
and
fifty
yards
from
the
spot
where
they
had
stood
while
the
train
went
by
that
Peter
stood
still
,
shouted
"
Hullo
,
"
and
then
went
on
much
quicker
than
before
.
When
the
others
caught
him
up
,
he
stopped
.
And
he
stopped
within
a
yard
of
what
they
had
come
into
the
tunnel
to
look
for
Phyllis
saw
a
gleam
of
red
,
and
shut
her
eyes
tight
.
There
,
by
the
curved
,
pebbly
down
line
,
was
the
red-jerseyed
hound
.
His
back
was
against
the
wall
,
his
arms
hung
limply
by
his
sides
,
and
his
eyes
were
shut
.
"
Was
the
red
,
blood
?
Is
he
all
killed
?
"
asked
Phyllis
,
screwing
her
eyelids
more
tightly
together
.
"
Killed
?
Nonsense
!
"
said
Peter
.
"
There
's
nothing
red
about
him
except
his
jersey
.
He
's
only
fainted
.
What
on
earth
are
we
to
do
?
"
"
Can
we
move
him
?
"
asked
Bobbie
.
"
I
do
n't
know
;
he
's
a
big
chap
.
"
"
Suppose
we
bathe
his
forehead
with
water
.
No
,
I
know
we
have
n't
any
,
but
milk
's
just
as
wet
.
There
's
a
whole
bottle
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Peter
,
"
and
they
rub
people
's
hands
,
I
believe
.
"
