CHAPTER 3 One too many
CHAPTER 3 One too many CHAPTER 3 One too many He rushed through a dark doorway pulling Jack with him, and snapped on his torch. 'Down these steps,' he said, urgently. Suddenly it was quiet. They could hear Raf's paws clicking down the steps ahead of them. Jack clattered down behind his brother, finding his own torch now. He was glad to be away from the frightening din in the street. 'Where is this?' 'It's the wine cellars,' said Harry. 'I've never seen that door open before - it must be t
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CHAPTER 3 One too many
CHAPTER 3 One too many
He rushed through a dark doorway pulling Jack with him, and snapped on his torch.
'Down these steps,' he said, urgently.
Suddenly it was quiet. They could hear Raf's paws clicking down the steps ahead of them.
Jack clattered down behind his brother, finding his own torch now.He was glad to be away from the frightening din in the street. 'Where is this?'
'It's the wine cellars,' said Harry. 'I've never seen that door open before - it must be the blast from the bombs.'
They got to the bottom of the steps and stared round. The whole place was built of stone.Racks and racks of bottles and barrels lined the walls.Huge barrels stood on the floor, and cases of wine were stacked everywhere.It was silent and peaceful. 'We can stay down here until the raid is over,' said Jack, grinning with relief.
Harry smiled. 'It's so quiet down here. You'd never think there was a war on.'
Raf began to sniff about, and the boys followed him, gazing at the bottles.
They were mostly very dusty, and the spiders had had a good time spinning webs from cork to cork.
Suddenly they heard a distant thud from somewhere above in the street. The boys felt the floor shake.
'Sounds like another building gone,' said Harry. 'Hey - look at that barrel! Wow!'
There was a terrible rumbling sound, and a barrel rolled forward off its shelf.
It tumbled on to a rack of bottles. The whole thing sagged as most of the bottles smashed open.
Wine spilled and gurgled on to the stone floor, and soon pools of wine glittered in the torchlight.
Raf jumped forward, wagging his tail. He lapped gratefully at the puddles.
'He is thirsty,' laughed Jack. 'Look at him!'
Raf was really enjoying himself. He tasted all the puddles in turn, lapping greedily.
Jack tasted some. 'Ugh!' he said. 'Nasty sour stuff. He must be thirsty to drink that.'
'I bet you'd drink it if you'd been trapped in a dusty cellar for three d...'
Harry stopped speaking and caught his breath.
'Oh, no! Look at the steps!
Jack stumbled after Harry as he rushed back to the steps.The walls on either side of the entrance had fallen in. The way out was blocked.
'It must have been that crash we heard when the barrel rolled off the shelf,' cried Jack.'Harry, what shall we do? Nobody knows we're down these cellars.Even if we shouted all night no one would hear us.We'll never get out. We'll end up like those old bottles - all covered in cobwebs!'
'Shut up, Jack! What rubbish. Of course we'll get out,' snapped Harry, trying to sound brave.There must be another way out. The wine used to be unloaded and brought in from the river.All we have to do is to find the doors.' He shone his torch deep into the far end of the cellar.
'Come on, and keep together.'
The place was like a huge underground cavern.They moved along slowly, searching in the torchlight.
Raf padded after them, tasting puddles as he went.
