Mr Beaver was out of the cave like a flash the moment he heard it. Perhaps you think， as Lucy thought for a moment， that this was a very silly thing to do？ But it was really a very sensible one. He knew he could scramble to the top of the bank among bushes and brambles without being seen； and he wanted above all things to see which way the Witch‘s sledge went. The others all sat in the cave waiting and wondering. They waited nearly five minutes. Then they heard something that frightened them very much. They heard voices. “Oh，” thought Lucy， “he’s been seen. She‘s caught him！” Great was their surprise when a little later， they heard Mr Beaver’s voice calling to them from just outside the cave.
“It‘s all right，” he was shouting. “Come out， Mrs Beaver. Come out， Sons and Daughters of Adam. It’s all right！ It isn‘t Her！” This was bad grammar of course， but that is how beavers talk when they are excited； I mean， in Narnia.in our world they usually don’t talk at all.
So Mrs Beaver and the children came bundling out of the cave， all blinking in the daylight， and with earth all over them， and looking very frowsty and unbrushed and uncombed and with the sleep in their eyes.