But there was no good crying. He must try to crawl out om between the two dragons. He began extending his ght arm. The dragon‘s fore.leg and claw on his right went hrough exactly the same motion. Then he thought he ould try his left. The dragon limb on that side moved too. Two dragons， one on each side， mimicking whatever he id！ His nerve broke and he simply made a bolt for it.
There was such a clatter and rasping， and clinking of gold， nd grinding of stones， as he rushed out of the cave that e thought they were both following him. He daren’t look ack. He rushed to the pool. The twisted shape of the dead ragon lying in the moonlight would have been enough tofrighten anyone but now he hardly noticed it. His idea was to get into the water.
