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Nobby
had
survived
any
number
of
famous
massacres
by
not
being
there
.
He
let
go
of
the
doorknob
,
and
gave
it
a
friendly
pat
.
"
Got
it
!
"
said
Carrot
.
Nobby
jumped
.
"
Got
what
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
I
remember
what
we
hang
them
up
by
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Nobby
weakly
.
"
Where
?
"
"
We
hang
them
up
by
the
town
hall
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Sometimes
for
days
.
They
don
’
t
do
it
again
,
I
can
tell
you
.
And
Bjorn
Stronginthearm
’
s
your
uncle
.
"
Nobby
leaned
his
pike
against
the
wall
and
fumbled
a
fag
-
end
from
the
recesses
of
his
ear
.
One
or
two
things
,
he
decided
,
needed
to
be
sorted
out
.
"
Why
did
you
have
to
become
a
guard
,
lad
?
"
he
said
.
"
Everyone
keeps
on
asking
me
that
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
I
didn
’
t
have
to
.
I
wanted
to
.
It
will
make
a
Man
of
me
.
"
Nobby
never
looked
anyone
directly
in
the
eye
.
He
stared
at
Carrot
’
s
right
ear
in
amazement
.
