panions.

    t gyptian boy said, “You knoealing kids all over try. tes—”

    “t pirates,” corrected anotian. “ts whey call em Gobblers.”

    “t kids?” said Lyras ot, a kitc.

    Michaels.

    “No one kno gyptian. “take em a never seen again.”

    “e all kno,” said Lyra. “e been playing kids and Gobblers for mont. But 1 bet no ones seen em.”

    “they have,” said one boy.

    “ed Lyra. “ ent just one person?”

    “Cian girl. “talked to took tle boy out the garden.”

    “Yeaian boy. “I seen em do it!”

    “ did they look like?” said Lyra.

    “ell...l never properly sae truck. t ttle boy in truck and drove off quick.”

    “But whey call em Gobblers?” Lyra asked.

    “Cause t em,” said t gyptian boy. “Someone told us in Norton. ton, ook, and sook old o eat him.

    Everyone kno. they gobble em up.”

    A gyptian girl standing nearby began to cry loudly.

    “ts Billys cousin,” said Charlie.

    Lyra said, “?”

    “Me,” said offee-apple seller—I seen he crane—”

    ed it out, s Billy ain not less two hours previously.

    “So,” sime in t two ve been Gobblers here....”

    te of tar and rouble  because no one kne be a Gobbler, as Lyra pointed out to tians alike.

    “to look like ordinary people, else t once,” s nig if t, t to look ordinary. So any of t be Gobblers....”

    “t,” said a gyptian uncertainly. “I know em all.”

    “All rig t anyone else,” said Lyra. “Lets go and look for em! And te truck!”