He got up again quick, coughing and choking, one hand feeling inside his jerkin for the bottle, afraid it might have washed away.
One of them bunted his hip hard and Jack went over, inhaling water. Jack fought his way toward those hands, still dodging the cattle as best he could.
He saw Wolf's head going down again, both hands waving. Jack whirled clumsily around in the stream, barely avoiding another cow-sheep, this one floating on its side, dead in the water. A moment later another of the terrified cow-sheep struck him and bore him under again.īut he struggled on toward Wolf, pushing a dying, weakly convulsing cow-sheep out of his way to get there.Īnd the small silver thing in his hand had turned to a small rod tipped with crawling blue fire. Wolf bent over and retched up a great muddy sheet of water.
Sorry, but I've got to see if I can avoid getting drowned by Wolf's herd before I see if I can avoid getting fried by your doomstick there.
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