‘Wait! What’s that?’ whispered Charlie, putting his finger to his lips, warning them to be quiet. He’d definitely heard something. They immediately drew to a halt, alert to the slightest noise. Nothing. All Jemima could hear was the rushing of blood in her ears as her nerves began to jangle once more. Now the boys began to feel apprehensive too. Was something there? What was it? They stood like statues, not daring to move, peering around in the dim light and seeing imaginary monsters in all the shadows.
There it was again … a distinct rustling sound. Something, something dry and scaly, was creeping across the carpet of dead leaves covering the forest floor. But in the darkness, it was virtually impossible to see. Not for Max though – cats can see perfectly in the dark – and what he saw chilled him to the marrow. From behind a thorny bush a pair of beady eyes was watching them closely.
‘Stop!’ cried Max urgently. ‘Nobody move, whatever you do.’
Jemima’s blood ran cold at the note of terror in his voice.
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