Most of the grownups in the hunting party were gathered together already with spears and arrows and bows: David, Met, Old Roger, Lucy Lu. Sky was glass-black, Starry Swirl was above us, clear as a whitelantern in front of your face, and the air was cool cool as it is in a dip when there’s no cloud between us and stars. “Get your arses out fast fast before I come in and get you.” “Get your arses out here, you lazy lot!” came David’s angry spluttery voice. He didn’t say anything, but watched with his big interested eyes as Gerry and I threw off our sleep skins, tied on our waistwraps, and grabbed our shoulder wraps and our spears. His little brother Jeff propped himself up on one elbow. “ What? ” grumbled my cousin Gerry, who slept in the same shelter as me. They were starting their wakings a couple of hours ahead of us, and they were already busy cutting down a tree. And from over Peckhamway came the sound of axes from Batwing group. Hmmph, hmmph, hmmph, went the trees all around us, pumping and pumping hot sap from under ground. If you don’t hurry up, the dip will be over before we even get there, and all the bucks will have gone back up Dark!” Old Roger was banging a stick on our group log to get us up and out of our shelters.
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