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Sam
looked
at
Eric
irritably
.
The
intensity
of
Eric
's
gaze
made
the
direction
in
which
he
looked
terrible
,
for
Sam
had
his
back
to
it
.
He
scrambled
round
the
fire
,
squatted
by
Eric
,
and
looked
to
see
.
They
became
motionless
,
gripped
in
each
other
's
arms
,
four
unwinking
eyes
aimed
and
two
mouths
open
.
Far
beneath
them
,
the
trees
of
the
forest
sighed
,
then
roared
.
The
hair
on
their
foreheads
fluttered
and
flames
blew
out
sideways
from
the
fire
.
Fifteen
yards
away
from
them
came
the
plopping
noise
of
fabric
blown
open
.
Neither
of
the
boys
screamed
but
the
grip
of
their
arms
tightened
and
their
mouths
grew
peaked
.
For
perhaps
ten
seconds
they
crouched
like
that
while
the
flailing
fire
sent
smoke
and
sparks
and
waves
of
inconstant
light
over
the
top
of
the
mountain
.
Then
as
though
they
had
but
one
terrified
mind
between
them
they
scrambled
away
over
the
rocks
and
fled
.
Ralph
was
dreaming
.
He
had
fallen
asleep
after
what
seemed
hours
of
tossing
and
turning
noisily
among
the
dry
leaves
.
Even
the
sounds
of
nightmare
from
the
other
shelters
no
longer
reached
him
,
for
he
was
back
to
where
he
came
from
,
feeding
the
ponies
with
sugar
over
the
garden
wall
.
Then
someone
was
shaking
his
arm
,
telling
him
that
it
was
time
for
tea
.
"
Ralph
!
Wake
up
!
"
The
leaves
were
roaring
like
the
sea
.
"
Ralph
,
wake
up
!
"
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
We
saw
--
"
