CHAPTER EIGHT TWO NARROW ESCAPES（第2/5頁）

The brute had made a loop of itself round the Dawn Treader and was beginning to draw the loop tight．When it got quite tight— snap ！ —there would be floating matchwood where the ship had been and it could pick them out of the water one by one．Their only chance was to push the loop backward till it slid over the stern；or else(to put the same thing another way)to push the ship forward out of the loop．

Reepicheep alone had，of course，no more chance of doing this than of lifting up a cathedral，but he had nearly killed himself with trying before others shoved him aside．Very soon the whole ship’s company except Lucy and the Mouse(which was fainting) was in two long lines along the two bulwarks，each man’s chest to the back of the man in front，so that the weight of the whole line was in the last man，pushing for their lives．For a few sickening seconds(which seemed like hours)nothing appeared to happen． Joints cracked，sweat dropped，breath came in grunts and gasps． Then they felt that the ship was moving．They saw that the snake-loop was further from the mast than it had been．But they also saw that it was smaller．And now the real danger was at hand．Could they get it over the poop，or was it already too tight ？ Yes．It would just fit．It was resting on the poop rails．A dozen or more sprang up on the poop．This was far better．The Sea Serpent’s body was so low now that they could make a line across the poop and push side by side．Hope rose high till everyone remembered the high carved stern，the dragon tail，of the Dawn Treader．It would be quite impossible to get the brute over that．

“An axe，”cried Caspian hoarsely，“and still shove．”Lucy， who knew where everything was，heard him where she was standing on the main deck staring up at the poop．In a few seconds she had been below，got the axe，and was rushing up the ladder to the poop．But just as she reached the top there came a great crashing noise like a tree coming down and the ship rocked and darted forward．For at that very moment，whether because the Sea Serpent was being pushed so hard，or because it foolishly decided to draw the noose tight，the whole of the carved stern broke off and the ship was free．

The others were too exhausted to see what Lucy saw．There， a few yards behind them，the loop of Sea Serpent’s body got rapidly smaller and disappeared into a splash．Lucy always said(but of course she was very excited at the moment，and it may have been only imagination)that she saw a look of idiotic satisfaction on the creature’s face．What is certain is that it was a very stupid animal，for instead of pursuing the ship it turned its head round and began nosing all along its own body as if it expected to find the wreckage of the Dawn Treader there．But the Dawn Treader was already well away，running before a fresh breeze，and the men lay and sat panting and groaning all about the deck，till presently they were able to talk about it，and then to laugh about it．And when some rum had been served out they even raised a cheer；and everyone praised the valour of Eustace(though it hadn’t done any good)and of Reepicheep．

After this they sailed for three days more and saw nothing but sea and sky．On the fourth day the wind changed to the north and the seas began to rise；by the afternoon it had nearly become a gale． But at the same time they sighted land on their port bow．

“By your leave，Sire，”said Drinian，“we will try to get under the lee of that country by rowing and lie in harbour，maybe till this is over．”Caspian agreed，but a long row against the gale did not bring them to the land before evening．By the last light of that day they steered into a natural harbour and anchored，but no one went ashore that night．In the morning they found themselves in the green bay of a rugged，lonely-looking country which sloped up to a rocky summit．From the windy north beyond that summit clouds came streaming rapidly．They lowered the boat and loaded her with any of the water casks which were now empty．

“Which stream shall we water at，Drinian ？”said Caspian as he took his seat in the stern-sheets of the boat．“There seem to be two coming down into the bay．”

“It makes little odds，Sire，”said Drinian．“But I think it’s a shorter pull to that on the starboard—the eastern one．”

“Here comes the rain，”said Lucy．

“I should think it does！”said Edmund，for it was already pelting hard．“I say，let’s go to the other stream．There are trees there and we’ll have some shelter．”

“Yes，let’s，”said Eustace．“No point in getting wetter than we need．”

But all the time Drinian was steadily steering to the starboard， like tiresome people in cars who continue at forty miles an hour while you are explaining to them that they are on the wrong road．

“They’re right，Drinian，”said Caspian．“Why don’t you bring her head round and make for the western stream ？”