The clock said half-past ten. I closed my books, went to bed
and soon fell asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up
and saw that my father’s bed was empty. I remembered that
he had promised to be at home by eleven at the latest. As he had never
broken his promises before, I felt sure that something serious
had happened to him. It took me a few seconds to decide what to
do. I ran down the steps of the cabin into the night. It was
light as a full moon was shining. To my right (lie) the lonely road
that leaded to the dangerous wood. A wild and dangerous idea
came to my mind. Not long before that my father had taught me
to drive the car. So I thought that the quickest way to find my
father was to drive as fast as I could. Half an hour later I found
my father in the forest with a broken leg.