Mike Dixon

„There aren‟t no other caves.‟ the old man replied. „You‟ll
have to stay here. You can‟t take that little girl into the
open. The storm will be back on us. We‟re in the eye. It‟ll
start up again and come on just as strong.‟ He pointed out
to sea. „Next time it‟ll blow in that direction.‟
The wind intensified and they moved into the cave. The
dogs followed and crouched beside the Dutchman. „There
are passages leading off at the back,‟ he said. „If there‟s any
nasty business, that‟s where I go.‟
The passages were little more than clefts in the rock. David
figured that Anne and the old man could get through but
he and Humphrey would get stuck. He listened as Anne told
Humphrey how big and strong Uncle David was and how he
was going to save them from nasty men and big bad wolves.
David hoped he was equal to the task.
He examined the gun he‟d taken from Harald‟s minder. It
had an ammunition clip and he‟d removed it to see how
many rounds remained. He wondered if he‟d reloaded it correctly.
Tim had told him about soldiers using unfamiliar
weapons they‟d taken from the enemy. In the heat of the
battle, they‟d done stupid things and killed themselves …
that was a worry.
His other worry was the storm. The old man said the eye
was passing overhead. That didn‟t make sense. The wind
had started up again but was still blowing from the same
direction. It wasn‟t as strong as before and there wasn‟t as
much thunder.
Suddenly, one of the dogs pricked up its ears and sniffed
the air. David guessed it had got wind of someone. The old
man lent forward.
„Go find him, boy!‟
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