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we don’t want you giving us orders?’ asked Hubba.
    Snark took a step closer. ‘Then I might have to learn you, Dum-Dum. Got that?’
    Hubba glared but said nothing. It was pointless to argue with Snark when he was in this kind of mood. He was bigger and stronger than either of them and it would only end in someone getting hurt – though obviously not Snark.
    They walked on, wading across the river and entering the forest. Oosha caught up with Iggy and spoke in a low voice.
    â€˜This Snork. I not like him.’
    â€˜No, nor me,’ agreed Iggy.
    â€˜He show-off. Big belly.’
    â€˜Big bully,’ smiled Iggy. ‘But you’re right, big belly too.’
    â€˜What he want anyways?’ Oosha went on crossly. ‘Why he come for?’
    Iggy watched Snark striding on ahead of them. He had given the question some thought, but he had yet to come up with an answer. Maybe when they reached the Cloud Mountains they would find out. In the meantime he decided to keep a close eye on Snark – he was definitely up to something.

    They walked for four long days, leaving the forest behind and crossing a dismal wilderness where the wind howled like a wolf. They soon lost sight of the Cloud Mountains but Iggy hoped that Oosha could find her way. On the fourth evening, Snark announced they would make camp in the shelter of a clump of trees.
    â€˜You two find some food,’ he ordered. ‘Oosha make a fire.’
    â€˜And what are you going to do?’ asked Iggy.
    â€˜Keep watch,’ said Snark, making himself comfortable. ‘Someone’s got to.’
    By the time Iggy and Hubba returned, Oosha had the fire going while Snark was evidently keeping watch with his eyes closed. Oosha had made one of her tasteless stews in which soggy green bits floated round in circles. Iggy flopped down wearily by the fire.
    â€˜We didn’t catch any rabbits,’ he said. ‘We saw a lizard but Hubba frightened it off.’
    Oosha nodded, stirring the stew with a stick.
    â€˜Oosha not eat rabbit,’ she said.
    â€˜What do you eat?’ asked Hubba.
    Oosha looked at him sharply. ‘Nut,’ she said. ‘Leaf.’
    â€˜Great,’ said Iggy. ‘Nut-leaf stew it is.’
    â€˜Can’t wait,’ said Hubba gloomily.
    Later that night Iggy woke up. The fire had died low and it was as cold as the Ice Age. Hubba was talking in his sleep as usual, mumbling something about roast meat, but that wasn’t what had disturbed Iggy. He had the uneasy feeling they weren’t alone. Pulling his furs around him, he sat up and stared into the darkness. Nothing stirred except the long grass and the trees sighing in the wind.
    â€˜Hello?’ he called. ‘Who’s there?’
    His voice died away on the wind. Searching around for dry twigs, he tried to rekindle the fire. For a few brief seconds it flared into life and he thought he glimpsed something beyond the tree: a shadow watching them. But when he looked again it was gone. Perhaps it was just his imagination or the darkness playing tricks? He decided if he was going to lie awake feeling scared he might as well have company.
    â€˜Hubba!’ he whispered, shaking him by the shoulder.
    â€˜Noo! It’s mine!’ moaned Hubba.
    â€˜Hubba! Wake up! There’s someone out there!’
    Hubba rolled on to his back and opened his eyes. ‘Uhhh? What? Where?’
    â€˜There! I think I saw something.’ Iggy pointed to the clump of spindly trees where the shadow had appeared.
    â€˜A wolf?’ said Hubba, sitting up and feeling around for his spear.
    â€˜Maybe not. It was bigger.’
    â€˜You probably imagined it,’ whispered Hubba.
    â€˜Probably.’
    They huddled closer together in the darkness, knowing there was no point in trying to get back to sleep.
    â€˜Shh! What’s that noise?’ hissed Hubba.
    They listened. A low wheezing came from somewhere close