“It’ll be rum for Peter and the others if they saw me aving out of the window and then when the train comes in e‘re nowhere to be found！ Or if they found two.I mean， we’re dead over there in England.”
“Ugh！” said Jill. “What a horrid idea.”
“It wouldn‘t be horrid for us，” said Eustace. “We shouldn’t e there.”
“I almost wish.no I don‘t， though，” said Jill. “What were you going to say？”
“I was going to say I wished we’d never come. But I don‘t， don’t， I don‘t. Even if we are killed. I’d rather be killed ghting for Narnia than grow old and stupid at home andperhaps go about in a Bath chair and then die in the end just the same.”
“Or be smashed up by British Railways！” “Why d‘you say that？”
“Well， when that awful jerk came.the one that seemed to throw us into Narnia.I thought it was the beginning of a railway accident. So I was jolly glad to find ourselves here instead.”
