He's coming to see if we're keeping watch. Quick, Ralph!
Roger sharpened a stick at both ends.
But what are you going to do when they catch me?
"The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell. A sick fear and rage swept him. Fiercely he hit out at the filthy thing in front of him that bobbed like a toy and came back, still grinning into his face, so that he lashed and cried out in loathing."
""Sam, I'm going to be all right, aren't I?" The twins were silent again. "Here!" said Sam suddenly. "Take this--" Ralph felt a chunk of meat pushed against him and grabbed it."
"Ralph picked up his stick and prepared for battle. But what could they do? It would take them a week to break a path through the thicket; and anyone who wormed his way in would be helpless."