holidays.â He smiled at Mr Golding
Erin was pacing along beside Jonah, biting her lip. âItâs strange to see fire coming up from the earth like that, isnât it?â she said, still anxious about the danger.
Mr Golding nodded. âIt is strange. And rather alarming.â
Jonah was reminded of the morning and suddenly felt that he could confide in this man. âThatâs not the only strange thing round here,â he blurted out. âThis morning, just after it got light, I saw an animal.â Mike listened as Jonah explained what had happened. âI thought it was going to kill me.â He stopped as they reached the wall into the churchyard. âI was so scared!â he admitted.
âBut thatâs terrible. A dog like that shouldnât be running loose,â said Mr Golding. âLook, I canât say for sure what is causing the fire, and until I am sure, it would be irresponsible of me to talk about my suspicions. I might well be wrong. So go home now and try not to worry. Iâll see you here at ten oâclock and then I hope I will know about the fire. All right?â
They nodded, both feeling now that they could trust him.
âGood. And by the way, you can stop the Mr Golding stuff. Call me Mike. OK?â
He smiled goodbye, vaulted over the wall into the churchyard and went towards the porch to retrieve his jacket. Erin and Jonah were walking back down the lane, when they heard him shouting and turned round to see him waving at them, frantically. They exchanged puzzled glances and ran back to the church gate.
âSorry, you two,â Mike said, âbut I feel a bit worried about you going home alone.â
Jonah was looking hard at him. âBecause of the dog?â
âYes,â Mike answered quietly. âIt may be perfectly harmless but if a large fierce-looking dog is running loose on the hills, I think I ought to walk along with you.â
âOh, no,â Erin exclaimed. She felt embarrassed in case Mike thought she and Jonah were too young to look after themselves. âYou donât need to do that. Itâs kind of you but you donât have to worry. Iâve got my phone. Look. And Iâm used to dealing with farm dogs. Weâll be careful.â
âWell, if you are sure.â Mike looked doubtful but said goodbye, raising a hand as he went through the field gate opposite. Jonah sensed that he was still uneasy about letting them go home by themselves.
âHeâs nice, isnât he?â he said to Erin.
âYes, he is. Sorry about earlier.â She glanced at Jonah apologetically. âItâs just that it was so unusual to see a perfect stranger down there. I mean, we get tourists occasionally. They come to see the church. But they come up the lane by bike or car; they donât just appear in the valley. And I knew he wasnât a walker, because he wasnât wearing walking boots or anything.â
Jonah stopped in his tracks.
âWhat?â Erin said, turning round.
âWhat you just said â it made me think. Erin, where did he come from? And whereâs he going now? Like you said, there wasnât a car or a bike outside the church gate.â
âNo, there wasnât! And if heâs walking to wherever he is staying, why did he go across the field? Thereâs nothing up there.â They stared at each other. âJonah, thereâs something odd about Mike. Donât you think so? Heâs really nice but you must admit that thereâs something a bit â well, a bit strange about him. Honestly, do you think he is a forester?â
Jonah shook his head. âWell, to be fair, he didnât actually say that heâs a forester. When you mentioned the Forestry Commission, he just said he worked for another company.â He grimaced. âPerhaps weâre making something out of nothing. Perhaps he is just a forestry manager working in the area. Anyway, we