Eustace realized of cour that in the fog he had e down the wrong side of the ridge, so he tur oo e about getting back. But as soon as he had looked he shuddered. Apparently he had by amazing luck found the only possible way down—a long green spit of land, horribly steep and narrow, with precipices oher side. There was no other possible way of getting back. But could he do it, now that he saw what it was really like? His head swam at the very thought of it.
He turned round again, thinking that at any rate he’d better have a good drink from the pool first. But as soon as he had turned and before he had taken a step forward into the valley he heard a noi behind him. It was only a small noi but it sounded loud in that immen sile froze him dead-still where he stood for a d. Then he slewed round his ned looked.
At the bottom of the cliff a little on his left hand was a low, dark hole—the entrao a cave perhaps. And out of this two thin wisps of smoke were ing. And the loo stones just beh the dark hollow were moving （that was the noi he had heard） just as if something were crawling in the dark behind them.
Eustace realized of cour that in the fog he had e down the wrong side of the ridge, so he tur oo e about getting back. But as soon as he had looked he shuddered. Apparently he had by amazing luck found the only possible way down—a long green spit of land, horribly steep and narrow, with precipices oher side. There was no other possible way of getting back. But could he do it, now that he saw what it was really like? His head swam at the very thought of it.
He turned round again, thinking that at any rate he’d better have a good drink from the pool first. But as soon as he had turned and before he had taken a step forward into the valley he heard a noi behind him. It was only a small noi but it sounded loud in that immen sile froze him dead-still where he stood for a d. Then he slewed round his ned looked.
At the bottom of the cliff a little on his left hand was a low, dark hole—the entrao a cave perhaps. And out of this two thin wisps of smoke were ing. And the loo stones just beh the dark hollow were moving （that was the noi he had heard） just as if something were crawling in the dark behind them.
Something was crawling. Wor still, something was ing out. Edmund or Lucy or you would have reized it at once, but Eustace had read none of the right books. The thing that came out of the cave was something he had never even imagined—a long lead-colored snout, dull red eyes, hers or fur, a long lithe body that trailed on the ground, legs who elbows went up higher than its back like a spider’s, cruel claws, bat’s wings that made a rasping noi oones, yards of tail. And the lines of smoke were ing from its two nostrils. He never said the word Dragon to himlf. Nor would it have made things aer if he had.