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"
No
--
not
you
--
ME
,
"
and
struggled
up
again
.
But
not
quickly
enough
.
Peter
had
already
gone
down
two
of
the
cabin
steps
into
the
cloud
of
thick
smoke
.
He
stopped
,
remembered
all
he
had
ever
heard
of
fires
,
pulled
his
soaked
handkerchief
out
of
his
breast
pocket
and
tied
it
over
his
mouth
.
As
he
pulled
it
out
he
said
:
--
"
It
's
all
right
,
hardly
any
fire
at
all
.
"
And
this
,
though
he
thought
it
was
a
lie
,
was
rather
good
of
Peter
.
It
was
meant
to
keep
Bobbie
from
rushing
after
him
into
danger
.
Of
course
it
did
n't
.
The
cabin
glowed
red
.
A
paraffin
lamp
was
burning
calmly
in
an
orange
mist
.
"
Hi
,
"
said
Peter
,
lifting
the
handkerchief
from
his
mouth
for
a
moment
.
"
Hi
,
Baby
--
where
are
you
?
"
He
choked
.
"
Oh
,
let
ME
go
,
"
cried
Bobbie
,
close
behind
him
.
Peter
pushed
her
back
more
roughly
than
before
,
and
went
on
.
Now
what
would
have
happened
if
the
baby
had
n't
cried
I
do
n't
know
--
but
just
at
that
moment
it
DID
cry
.
Peter
felt
his
way
through
the
dark
smoke
,
found
something
small
and
soft
and
warm
and
alive
,
picked
it
up
and
backed
out
,
nearly
tumbling
over
Bobbie
who
was
close
behind
.
A
dog
snapped
at
his
leg
--
tried
to
bark
,
choked
.
"
I
've
got
the
kid
,
"
said
Peter
,
tearing
off
the
handkerchief
and
staggering
on
to
the
deck
.
