The Further Adventures of Aardvark Jenkins Page 2
jungle, Simpson at her heels. She ran and ran, scratching herself on thorns, nearly banging into trees, running as if the devil himself was after her. Indeed, he was; she could hear his shouts.
Henrietta ran and ran, conscious that her yellow T-shirt was only too visible against the dull green of the jungle.
She didn't see the root across her path. Her toe went under it and she was falling, falling, down a steep slope, and then a great tree trunk came up to meet her and there was nothing but blackness.