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 "Do you remember a story," Alan said, after a pause, "where somebody was put into a pit, or somewhere in the dark, and they thought it was empty till they heard little hissings and saw eyes—and it was full of cobras?"

"It was a bully yarn," Then after an enlightening moment, Mark said. "Oh bosh, Alan! You work your imagination overtime."

But he turned his eyes, wide against the dark, and scowled uncertainly into the corner, where there now was no sound.