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Danny
looked
back
over
his
shoulder
and
his
hurried
breathing
caught
for
a
moment
and
then
hurried
on
even
faster
.
The
nearest
lion
was
now
only
twenty
feet
behind
,
breasting
through
the
snow
like
a
dog
paddling
in
a
pond
.
The
two
others
were
to
its
right
and
left
,
pacing
it
.
They
were
like
an
army
platoon
on
patrol
,
the
dog
,
still
off
to
their
left
,
the
scout
.
The
closest
lion
had
its
head
down
.
The
shoulders
bunched
powerfully
above
its
neck
.
The
tail
was
up
,
as
if
in
the
instant
before
he
had
turned
to
look
it
had
been
swishing
back
and
forth
,
back
and
forth
.
He
thought
it
looked
like
a
great
big
housecat
that
was
having
a
good
time
playing
with
a
mouse
before
killing
it
.
(
-
falling
-
)
No
,
if
he
fell
he
was
dead
.
They
would
never
let
him
get
up
.
They
would
pounce
.
He
pinwheeled
his
arms
madly
and
lunged
ahead
,
his
center
of
gravity
dancing
just
beyond
his
nose
.
He
caught
it
and
hurried
on
,
snapping
glances
back
over
his
shoulder
.
The
air
whistled
in
and
out
of
his
dry
throat
like
hot
glass
.
The
world
closed
down
to
the
dazzling
snow
,
the
green
hedges
,
and
the
whispery
sound
of
his
snowshoes
.
And
something
else
.
A
soft
,
muffled
padding
sound
.
He
tried
to
hurry
faster
and
couldn
’
t
.
He
was
walking
over
the
buried
driveway
now
,
a
small
boy
with
his
face
almost
buried
in
the
shadow
of
his
parka
hood
.
The
afternoon
was
still
and
bright
.
When
he
looked
back
again
,
the
point
lion
was
only
five
feet
behind
.
It
was
grinning
.
Its
mouth
was
open
,
its
haunches
tensed
down
like
a
clockspring
.
Behind
it
and
the
others
he
could
see
the
rabbit
,
its
head
now
sticking
out
of
the
snow
,
bright
green
,
as
if
it
had
turned
its
horrid
blank
face
to
watch
the
end
of
the
stalk
.
Now
,
on
the
Overlook
’
s
front
lawn
between
the
circular
drive
and
the
porch
,
he
let
the
panic
loose
and
began
to
run
clumsily
in
the
snowshoes
,
not
daring
to
look
back
now
,
tilting
further
and
further
forward
,
his
arms
out
ahead
of
him
like
a
blind
man
feeling
for
obstacles
.
His
hood
fell
back
,
revealing
his
complexion
,
paste
white
giving
way
to
hectic
red
blotches
on
his
cheeks
,
his
eyes
bulging
with
terror
.
The
porch
was
very
close
now
.
Behind
him
he
heard
the
sudden
hard
crunch
of
snow
as
something
leaped
.
He
fell
on
the
porch
steps
,
screaming
without
sound
,
and
scrambled
up
them
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
snowshoes
clattering
and
askew
behind
him
.
There
was
a
slashing
sound
in
the
air
and
sudden
pain
in
his
leg
.
The
ripping
sound
of
cloth
.
Something
else
that
might
have
-
must
have
-
been
in
his
mind
.
