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CHAPTER EIGHT TWO NARROW ESCAPES（第1页）

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EVERYONEwascheerfulastheDawnTreadersailedfronIsland.Theyhadfairwindsassoonastheywereoutofthebayamtotheunknownlandwhihadseenwhenflyihemountaiacewasstilladragon.Itwasalowgreenislandihingbutrabbitsas，butfromtheruinsofstos，andfromblaedplaceswherefireshadbeen，theyjudgedthatithadbeeloherewerealsosomebonesandbroken>

“Pirates'ian.

“on's，”

saidEdmund.

&herthiherewasalittleskinboat，orcorathesands.Itwasmadeofhidestretchedoverawickerframework.Itwasatinyboat，barelyfourfeetlong，andthepaddlewhichstilllayinitortiothateitherithadbeenmadeforachildorelsethatthepeopleofthattryhadbeenDicheepdecidedtokeepit，asitwasjusttherightsizeforhim;soitwastakenonboard.TheycalledthatlandBurntIsland，andsailedawaybeforenoon.

Forsomefivedaystheyrah-south-eastwind，outofsightofalllaherfishnull.ThentheyhadadaywheilltheafteracelosttwogamesofchesstoReepidbegalikehisoldanddisagreeableselfagain，andEdmuheycouldhavegohSusan.ThenLucylookedoutofthesternwindowsandsaid:“Hello!Idobelieveit'sstopping.Andwhat'sthat?”

&umbleduptothepoopatthisandfoundthattherainhadstoppedandthatDrinian，atch，wasalshardatsomethingastern.Orrather，atseveralthings.Theylookedalittlelikesmoothroundedrocks，awholelihintervalsofaboutfortyfeetiween.

“Butthey'tberocks，”

Drinianwassayiheyweren'ttherefiveminutesago.”

“Andone'sjustdisappeared，”

saidLucy.

&here'sanotheroneingup，”

saidEdmund.

“Andnearer，”

saidEustace.

“Hangit!”

said.“Thewholethingismovingthis>

“Andmovidealquiwesail，Sire，”

saidDrinian.“It'llbeupwithusinaminute.”

Theyallheldtheirbreath，foritisnotatallobepursuedbyanunkheronlawhatitturobewasfarworsethananyonehadsuspected.Suddenly，onlyaboutthelengthofacricketpittheirportside，anappalliselfoutofthesea.Itwasallgreensandvermilionswithpurpleblotches—exceptwhereshellfishgtoit—aherlikeahorse's，thoughwithoutears.Ithadenormouseyes，eyesmadefthroughthedarkdepthsoftheodagapingmouthfilledwithdoublerofish-liketeeth.ItwhattheyfirsttooktobeahugeasmoreaemergedeveryohiswassbodyandthatatlasttheywereseeinglehavefoolishlywahegreatSeaSerpent.Thefoldsofitsgigantictailcouldbeseenfaraway，risingatintervalsfromthesurfaowitsheadwastuphighertha.

Everymaohison，buttherewasnothihemoofreach.“Shoot!Shoot!”

criedtheMasterBowman，andseveralobeyed，butthearrowsglaheSeaSerpent'shideasifitlated.Then，foradreadfulminute，everyoill，staringupatitseyesandmouthandwwhereitwouldpounce.

Butitdidn'tpouitsheadforwardacrosstheshipoheyardofthemast.Nowitsheadwasjustbesidethefightingtop.Stillitstretdstretchedtillitsheadwasoverthestarboardbulwark.Thendowoe—notontothecrowdeddetothewater，sothatthewholeshipwasunderanarchofserpent.Andalmostatoartogetsmaller:ihestarboardtheSeaSerpentwasnowalmosttougtheDawnTreader'sside.

&ace（whohadreallybeentryiobehavewell，tilltherainahimbaowdidthefirstbravethinghehadeverdone.Hewaswearingasiahim.Assoo'sbodywasnearenoughoarboardsidehejumpedontothebulwarkandbeganhagatitwithallhismight.Itistruethatheaplishednothingbey'ssed-bestswordintobits，butitwasafihingfiohavedone.

OtherswouldhavejoinedhimifatthatmomentReepicheephad，“Don'tfight!Push!”

ItwassounusualfortheMousetoadviseaofightthat，eveninthatterriblemomeurohim.Andwheothebulwark，forwardoftheshislittlefurrybastitshugescaly，slimybadbeganpushingashardashecould，quiteanumberofpeoplesawwhathemeantahsidesoftheshiptodothesame.Andwheer，theSeaSerpent'sheadappearedagain，thistimeoside，andthistimewithitsba，theood.

&ehadmadealoopofitselfroureaderaodrawthelooptight.Whenitgotquitetight—snap!—therewouldbefloatingmatchwoodwheretheshiphadbeenanditcouldpickthemoutofthewateroheiroopushtheloopbackwardtillitslidoverthesterthesamethiopushtheshipforwardoutoftheloop.

Reepiehad，oforegthisthanofliftingupacathedral，buthehadnearlykilledhimselfwithtryihersshovedhimaside.Verysoonthewholeship'spaLudtheMouse（whichwasfainting）wasintwolohetwobulwarks，ea'schesttothebaaninfront，sothattheweightofthewholelihelastman，pushingfortheirlives.Forafewsigseds（whichseemedlikehours）nothiohappen.Joidropped，breathgruntsandgasps.Theheshipwasmovihatthesnake-loopwasfurtherfromthemastthanithadbeen.Buttheyalsosawthatitwassmaller.Andnerwasathand.Couldtheygetitoverthepoop，orwasitalreadytootight?Yes.Itwouldjustfit.Itwasrestingonthepooprails.Adozenupohiswasfarbetter.TheSeaSerpent'sbodythattheyakealihepoopandpushsidebyside.Hhtilleveryohehighcarvedsterail，oftheDawwouldbequiteimpossibletogetthebruteoverthat.

“Anaxe，”