The Plague Dogs Page #4

It's most unfortunate. I still can't quite understand how it happened.

As far as I can make out, there was a length of wire netting loose, and 815 must've got under sometime that night.

But if the door had been fastened...

It wouldn't open of its own accord, would it?

It is possible, that Tyson didn't shut the door properly, of course.

They couldn't have gotten into Dr. Goodner's section, could they?

No, no, no. We're quite sure of that. That was the first place I checked.

I've spoken to Dr. Goodner, and he's sure that... - Yes. Well, that's something, anyway.

I can't, Snitter.

You better go on.

I... I've had enough.

Maybe I'll feel better later.

But if you stay here, Rowf...

...in the open...

Might as well lie here as anywhere.

Where are we going, anyway?

I've got to stop, Snitter.

My leg hurts.

Rowf! Listen, listen to me. - Go away, leave me alone.

I have found a place, Rowf.

A sort of house. Secret.

Dry, out of the rain. They won't find us there.

Man must've made it. - No, no, Rowf! I'm sure I've found something good.

How can anything be good in a place like this?

Come, see!

Wouldn't there be a chance? Just a chance?

This goes a long way in. No one will be able to find us. Ever.

There's no smell of man.

Maybe you're right, Snitter.

It does seem safe.

Look at the clouds, Rowf.

They never go backward, do they?

They go only one way.

They must be starving by now.

Suppose they start worrying sheep? - Well, then some farmer will shoot them.

Or realize where they're from and get onto us.

In which case we'll only have to pacify one local instead of the whole district.

Damn shame though. All that work on those dogs, gone for nothing.

They've left little enough. - It's not just them.

Some other creature's been at it.

You're right.

I can smell it.

I don't know what it is, but it...

...makes me angry somehow.

It's not here now.

Yes, it is.

Lurking about, watching.

I can feel it.

Stay where you are. I mean it.

Howway now, kidda. No need for you an' me to start battlin'.

Where'd you get that crack on your head, bonny lad?

The road was black and white, and then the truck came...

...and lightning shot down my head.

It is a dog, isn't it? - He's a thief!

Now, give ower. Let's all be mates, no need for a barney.

Stick with me, and we'll all be jumpin'.

Else you'll soon be dead. - Dead?

Aye, dead. And no argument about it.

We're not about to die. - No?

Why hinny, you've got no chance at all.

I've been watchin' ya the last two days, ye'll not last.

Hollerin' yer heads off, racin' about the fell.

What do you mean? What're you saying? - Just a proposition, bonny lads.

If you'll hunt an' kill with me, I'll keep you right and you'll get your meat.

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