Chapter XX
"Hinder the Sharptooth!"
Petrie would have liked best to keep his eyes shut too when the sharptooth eyed his two victims seeming to consider which to devour first, but he couldn't do so otherwise he would have precipitated. He stared in the depth, struck with horror. "Petrie!" a well-known voice shouted. Petrie jerked round in the air and this time he really nearly fell down. At the brink of the big ledge stood a threehorn. "Cera! You here?!" in every other circumstances Petrie would have been delighted like rarely before in his life, but he couldn't be delighted while a few meters below a sharptooth considered which of his friends it should eat first. Cera had discerned the whole situation too and so she didn't dwell on any sort of salutation. "Petrie! Hinder the sharptooth! I'll try to bring Ducky and Spike out there!" she shouted. Petrie couldn't breath with fright, he forgot to flap for a moment and he nearly precipitated once more. "Hi...hind...hinder? Me all alone? Thiiiiis?" stammered Petrie with high-pitched voice. But Cera couldn't hear him anymore. She had jerked round run as fast as she could towards the descent to the dale at the end of the ravine and jumped to its ground with giant leaps using the many small ledges that towered from the wall of rock as stairs. She had been roused by distant roar a few minutes ago. She had thought of the sharptooth whose tracks Ali had mentioned immediately and run to the brink of the ledge. Shortly after she had seen Ducky, Spike and a bit aside Petrie appearing out of the forest. At the first moment she would have liked best to cheer, but she had lost her inclination to do so when the sharptooth had appeared behind her friends a moment later. She knew exactly what she had to do. The boulder that blocked the ravine had to be shattered. But if she should accomplish it at all she would need some time for do it and the sharptooth hadn't looked as if it was going to let her much time. She had ordered Petrie to hind the sharptooth, but would the tiny flyer succeed or better, would he venture to try it? It was a hard job to hinder somebody who was more than hundred times as big as oneself. Maybe I've demanded too much from him Cera thought worriedly.
"Hinder the Sharptooth!"
Petrie would have liked best to keep his eyes shut too when the sharptooth eyed his two victims seeming to consider which to devour first, but he couldn't do so otherwise he would have precipitated. He stared in the depth, struck with horror. "Petrie!" a well-known voice shouted. Petrie jerked round in the air and this time he really nearly fell down. At the brink of the big ledge stood a threehorn. "Cera! You here?!" in every other circumstances Petrie would have been delighted like rarely before in his life, but he couldn't be delighted while a few meters below a sharptooth considered which of his friends it should eat first. Cera had discerned the whole situation too and so she didn't dwell on any sort of salutation. "Petrie! Hinder the sharptooth! I'll try to bring Ducky and Spike out there!" she shouted. Petrie couldn't breath with fright, he forgot to flap for a moment and he nearly precipitated once more. "Hi...hind...hinder? Me all alone? Thiiiiis?" stammered Petrie with high-pitched voice. But Cera couldn't hear him anymore. She had jerked round run as fast as she could towards the descent to the dale at the end of the ravine and jumped to its ground with giant leaps using the many small ledges that towered from the wall of rock as stairs. She had been roused by distant roar a few minutes ago. She had thought of the sharptooth whose tracks Ali had mentioned immediately and run to the brink of the ledge. Shortly after she had seen Ducky, Spike and a bit aside Petrie appearing out of the forest. At the first moment she would have liked best to cheer, but she had lost her inclination to do so when the sharptooth had appeared behind her friends a moment later. She knew exactly what she had to do. The boulder that blocked the ravine had to be shattered. But if she should accomplish it at all she would need some time for do it and the sharptooth hadn't looked as if it was going to let her much time. She had ordered Petrie to hind the sharptooth, but would the tiny flyer succeed or better, would he venture to try it? It was a hard job to hinder somebody who was more than hundred times as big as oneself. Maybe I've demanded too much from him Cera thought worriedly.