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They were just behind her when she staggered into an open space where bright flowers grew and butterblies danced around each other and the air was and still


Here, struck down by the heat, the girl fell and the hunters hurled themselves at her. This dreadful eruption from an unknown world made her frantic; she screamed and kicked and the air was full of sweat, noise, blood and terror. Roger ran round the heap, groping with his spear where her flesh appeared. Jack was on top of the girl, thrusting himself downward. Roger found a lodgment for his piont and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. It moved forward inch by inch, and the terrified screams became a high-pitched, painful screech. Then Jack found her throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands. The girl collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her.

The butterflies still danced, preocupied in the center of the clearing.