Ringg moaned, but when Bart knelt beside him again he did not answer. Bart could hear only the rushing of wind, the noise of the splattering hail and a sound of water somewhere--_or was that a rustle of scales, a dragging of strange feet?_ He looked through the darkness into the depths of the cave, his hand on his shock-beam. He was afraid to turn his back on it. _This is nonsense,_ he told himself firmly, _I'll just walk back there and see what there is._ At his belt he had the small flashlamp, excessively bright,…
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