Collect all of Rascal’s adventures:

RASCAL: LOST IN THE CAVES

RASCAL: TRAPPED ON THE TRACKS

RASCAL: RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE

RASCAL: FACING THE FLAMES

RASCAL: SWEPT BENEATH THE WATERS

RASCAL: RACING AGAINST TIME

First published in Great Britain in 2015

by Egmont UK Limited

The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

Text copyright © 2002 Chris Cooper

Illustration copyright © 2015 James de la Rue

The moral rights of the author and illustrator have been asserted

First e-book edition 2015

ISBN: 978 1 4052 7529 3

Ebook ISBN: 978 1 7803 1669 7

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For Emma Madeline

CONTENTS

Cover

Front series promotional page

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

Back series promotional page

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Steak! That’s what Rascal had been thinking about when he saw the squirrel. A great big, fat, juicy steak . . .

It wasn’t as if he’d always eaten like that in the old days, back when he still had a home. Just once, as a special treat, his owner, Joel, had given him steak for dinner.

‘Don’t go getting used to this,’ Joel had laughed, and then he had ruffled Rascal’s ears. The memory of that steak kept Rascal going now. He could smell it. He could even imagine the wonderful juices trickling down his chin as he bit into it.

There was just one problem. Here he was, out in the middle of nowhere. There was no Joel, there was no steak. Nothing but trees. It seemed as if he had been running through this forest all morning. He hadn’t seen any other animals, but from time to time he’d been aware of unseen eyes watching him. Once or twice he’d heard a rustle of leaves and caught sight of a pair of small back legs disappearing from view.

His hunger was like a ball of emptiness in his stomach. It just got bigger and bigger as the day slipped by. He sniffed at some berries on a bush. He’d seen the birds eating them, but he couldn’t bring himself to taste one. He’d have to get a bit more desperate before he started eating bird food!

That’s when he spotted the squirrel. It was on the ground, holding an acorn in its paws and looking around primly. It didn’t seem to have noticed him.

Rascal had never hunted an animal in his life, but now his hunting instincts kicked in. He charged forward. By the time the squirrel looked up, it was too late. It froze in terror, startled by the sight of the dog racing towards it. It clutched the forgotten acorn in its paws.

Bounding on, Rascal saw the frantic look in the animal’s eyes and he slowed down. He couldn’t do this! He’d chased plenty of squirrels in the park before, racing around and barking like crazy as they scuttled up into the trees. But that had been very different – that was only for fun. Chasing squirrels for food was another matter. He stopped.

The squirrel seized the opportunity. It snapped out of its frozen state and pelted up a nearby tree.

Once it was high enough, it chattered angrily at the dog. ‘Tchhrrrr!’ Its voice was joined by the harsh cry of a crow in another tree. It almost seemed to be laughing at Rascal.

Rascal barked, although his heart wasn’t really in it. The crow didn’t budge, but the squirrel disappeared into the branches. Rascal would have to find something else to eat. But what?

He realised he was at the edge of the forest. He poked his nose out warily. It was good to see sky again. The sun wasn’t far from its highest point. Rascal was glad to see it so that he could be sure he was still going in the right direction. Home. As long as he kept going west . . . he knew it with a certainty that came from deep inside him. If he was ever to see Joel again, he had to keep on going west.

He paused and looked at what lay beyond the trees. Not much really – at least not much to a dog like Rascal, who had grown up in the city. Train tracks hugged the edge of the forest, separating the trees from a patchwork of neat fields. The fields stretched in front of him and at the far end of them sat a large house.

Rascal’s ears pricked up with interest. A house meant people, and people meant food . . . maybe. OK, it was too much to expect a steak dinner there, but he might be able to beg some scraps. It was worth a try. The ache in his legs told him that he couldn’t go much further without food.

He stepped carefully over the train tracks, making sure he didn’t get a paw stuck in the deep grooves between the metal rails. Then he ran down the embankment.

It was easy getting into the field through the fence. Rascal just flattened himself and crawled on his belly under the lowest bar.

He began to trot through the first field. It felt good to be in the open air again and just the chance of a decent meal at journey’s end gave him more energy. A herd of cows huddled on the far side of the field. They were too interested in eating grass to notice Rascal. Every so often one of them let out a bored moo. Rascal couldn’t imagine living on a diet of grass – yuck! Grass was for rolling in, not eating, wasn’t it?

He was halfway across the next field when it happened. At first Rascal thought that a bee had whizzed past his ear. But then there was a sharp CRACK!

Then another.

Something hit the ground near him – something small and hard and dangerous. A small cloud puffed up where the thing had struck the dusty earth. The cows were mooing in panic now.

Rascal looked around in alarm. There, a long way across the field, was a man. He was standing behind the open door of a truck and holding a long stick-thing to his shoulder. He was pointing it right at Rascal.

The noise was loud even though the man was so far away. Again something small and fast zipped past him.

With a start, Rascal realised that he had to get away from here fast.

People were strange. Some of them – the good sort – didn’t want to do anything but pat you on the head and give you bits of food. But others were dangerous. There was no time to wonder why this man was trying to hurt him. He could do only one thing – run!

But where? These fields offered no cover. Just moments earlier he had loved the feeling of being out in the open, but now he felt terribly exposed under the bright blue sky. The sun held him in its spotlight. Here he is! Right here! it seemed to cry.

Rascal turned and began to dash back towards the woods. In the distance behind him he heard a door slam and an engine rumble. The man had jumped into his pick-up truck. He was driving across the field. He was coming after Rascal!

Fear gave the dog extra speed. He put his head down and pelted for the woods. He forced himself not to look back at the truck, but he couldn’t help hearing its rumble getting louder and louder. It was drawing closer.

But then suddenly Rascal became aware of another noise. This was the sound of an engine too, but it was different. This one sounded somehow bigger and more threatening than the truck.

A horn roared its warning over the new rumble. As soon as he heard it, a memory came back to Rascal from when he was small. He knew what the noise was. A train! A train was coming!

What could he do? He had to cross the tracks and get away from the man with the gun.

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