Lynne Banks - Secret of the Indian

“What were you on about in there?”

“Private,” said Omri. He glanced up the stairs. Patrick could already be heard thudding up the last flight, to Omri’s attic bedroom.

“Where’s Patrick gone?”

“Er – up to get his pyjamas and stuff.”

“But he didn’t take any last night, he just dashed out.”

“Oh. Well – anyway he’s – gone up,” said Omri feebly, making a move to follow him.

Emma followed at his heels. He paused on the second stair.

“Can you wait down here?”

“Why?”

“We’ll be – right down.”

“Can’t I see your room? You saw mine,” she said. “Last night, when you came to our house. Mum moved Tam and me out so Patrick could have it.”

“Well…”

From above came Patrick’s impatient voice. “Come ON, Omri! Don’t hang about!”

“You wait in the living-room,” Omri said decisively. He turned away from her and ran upstairs.

In his room he found Patrick already climbing into the seaman’s chest.

“Go on, I’m ready! Send me!”

But Omri, having come up with this amazing idea, was already having second thoughts.

“Listen, how’ll I explain where you’ve gone?”

“Don’t. Get rid of Emma somehow, make her go home, and you can tell your parents I went with her.”

“But what when Emma gets back to her place without you?”

“It’ll be too late then! I’ll just have vanished!” He grinned all over his face with glee.

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