"Right," says Ray. "Gentlemen, you heard the bird."
"Hmm? What?" says Dyer, shaking himself off.
"Run- RUN NOW."
Ray hasn't used that trick of the voice in more than seventy years. He's a little surprised to see that it still works in the face of the paralyzing horror of what's coming, but work it does- Dyer and Danforth bolt, not so much as looking over their shoulders for an instant. He's on their tail immediately after, Mumble clutched close as he can manage. "Whatever happens, Mumble," he says through irregular, panting breaths, "do not let go of me, do you hear? And if you do, don't stop calling for me. I won't leave you behind."
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"Hmm? What?" says Dyer, shaking himself off.
"Run- RUN NOW."
Ray hasn't used that trick of the voice in more than seventy years. He's a little surprised to see that it still works in the face of the paralyzing horror of what's coming, but work it does- Dyer and Danforth bolt, not so much as looking over their shoulders for an instant. He's on their tail immediately after, Mumble clutched close as he can manage. "Whatever happens, Mumble," he says through irregular, panting breaths, "do not let go of me, do you hear? And if you do, don't stop calling for me. I won't leave you behind."