The horse scrambled to its feet with a great noise and a great upheaval； the children were already on theirs. Fledge trotted to and fro， sniffing and whinnying. The children tiptoed this way and that， looking behind every bush and tree. They kept on thinking they saw things， and there was one time when Polly was perfectly certain she had seen a tall， dark figure gliding quickly away in a westerly direction. But they caught nothing and in the end Fledge lay down again and the children re.snuggled （if that is the right word） under his wings. They went to sleep at once. Fledge stayed awake much longer， moving his ears to and fro in the darkness and sometimes giving a little shiver with his skin as if a fly had lighted on him： but in the end he too slept.
An Unexpected Meeting
“Wake up， Digory， wake up， Fledge，” came the voice of Polly. “It has turned into a toffee.tree. And it‘s the loveliest morning.”
