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Across
the
yard
,
the
triffids
were
clustering
closer
to
the
gate
,
as
they
always
did
when
they
had
been
undisturbed
for
some
hours
.
By
the
grace
of
heaven
the
half
-
track
’
s
engine
started
at
once
.
I
slammed
into
low
gear
,
swerved
to
avoid
Torrence
’
s
vehicle
,
and
drove
straight
at
the
gate
.
The
heavy
fender
took
it
with
a
crash
.
We
plunged
forward
in
a
festoon
of
wire
netting
and
broken
timbers
,
knocking
down
a
dozen
triffids
while
the
rest
slashed
furiously
at
us
as
we
passed
.
Then
we
were
on
our
way
.
Where
a
turn
in
the
climbing
track
let
us
look
down
on
Shirning
,
we
paused
,
and
cut
the
engine
.
Lights
were
on
behind
some
of
the
windows
,
and
as
we
watched
,
those
on
the
vehicle
blazed
out
,
floodlighting
the
house
.
A
starter
began
to
grind
.
I
had
a
twinge
of
uneasiness
as
the
engine
fired
,
though
I
knew
we
had
several
times
the
speed
of
that
lumbering
contraption
.
The
machine
began
to
jerk
round
on
its
tracks
to
face
the
gate
.
Before
it
completed
the
turn
,
the
engine
sputtered
,
and
stopped
.
The
starter
began
to
whirr
again
.
It
went
on
whirring
,
irritably
,
and
without
result
.
The
triffids
had
discovered
that
the
gate
was
down
.
By
a
blend
of
moonlight
and
reflected
headlights
we
could
see
their
dark
,
slender
forms
already
swaying
in
ungainly
procession
into
the
yard
while
others
came
lurching
down
the
banks
of
the
lane
to
follow
them
.
.
.
I
looked
at
Josella
.
She
was
not
crying
at
all
.
She
looked
from
me
down
to
David
,
asleep
in
her
arms
.
