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Dominic's middle name is trouble, but not because he's got a troublesome nature, but quite simply because he's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. So it's not surprising that he's only allowed on the school trip to Thundercliff Bay - home to pirate legend, chilling ghost stories and lost treasure - by the skin of his teeth. Or that strict Mr Risley-Newsome, who has his beady eye on him, makes him stay at the youth hostel for forgetting his walking boots. What is surprising is that a very special discovery made by Dominic saves the day when the whole class is in serious danger, and proves to everyone that sometimes he can be in the right place at the right time.
disappointed he was. He'd gone and put his foot in it again, hadn't he? He'd opened his big mouth. He had really wanted to sit on the back seat with Michael and Sean. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he replied, pretending to be pleased. ‘There's more to see at the front and much more leg room.’ Mr Risley-Newsome gave him a crushing glare. ‘And you will be in charge of the litter bag and the sick bucket. Now,’ he continued, addressing the assembled pupils, ‘stack your cases and rucksacks tidily on the
going and when you are expected back. It's a safety check and one of the requirements for all those who stay at the youth hostel, so if you wouldn't mind…’ She held out the book. ‘Very well,’ sighed Mr Risley-Newsome, taking the book and scribbling in the details. ‘If you are overdue for some reason,’ explained the warden, ‘I can contact the police. Better safe than sorry, I always say.’ There was a touch of sarcasm in her next sentence. ‘Of course, I am sure it's just a formality for you,
with a thud and hurried towards them. ‘What is it? What is it?’ he barked. ‘We're cut off, sir,’ said Velma simply. ‘What do you mean cut off?’ exclaimed the teacher, wiping the water from his face with the flat of his hand. ‘Cut off by the sea,’ said Dominic. ‘We can't go any further. We could see the path leading up the cliffside, but there's no way we can get to it. The tide's come right in.’ ‘Oh, my goodness,’ sighed Miss Pruitt. ‘Cut off by the sea?’ repeated Mr Risley-Newsome. ‘We
climb up on to the ledge, I can go on ahead and find the rope and we'll all be able to get off the beach through the tunnel. Miss, you've got to let me try.’ ‘Help! Help!’ came the plaintive cry of Mr Risley-Newsome, still struggling in the mud. ‘Very well, then, Dominic,’ the teacher replied, ‘and I pray to God that you are right. Come along, let's see this ledge of yours.’ The children watched as Dominic, followed by Miss Pruitt, headed for the cave. ‘Miss, what's happening?’ moaned Nathan
before you get on the coach. Are there any questions?’ When Dominic spoke up, Miss Pruitt looked as if she had been given a piece of dreadful news. Her mouth dropped open in shock, her shoulders sagged and her face took on a tragic expression. ‘Can we get on the coach now, sir?’ Dominic asked innocently. ‘Excuse me?’ snapped the teacher, bristling. ‘I said can we get on the coach now, sir?’ Dominic repeated. ‘You can get on the coach,’ replied Mr Risley-Newsome, smiling widely like a vampire