o find Pantalaimon desperately figill, ened tig grimly ?

    Not Roger?

    Yes, Roger, battering at Mrs. Coulter s and feet, ling  o be struck doartar  green flutter across —

    A great sed curtains of snoo t later and t ja, rig, eet fur—

    too, tearing  of ter and clinging tigtering in amazement as a greater fluttering s all around tc ragged black s close enougo toucced o pull tring and to t of a mailed and loartar  away—

    And t at t the ground.

    Up! Into midair Lyra and Roger o a cloud-pine branccting tense o t and somethe ground.

    tumbled into t of Lee Scoresbys balloon.

    “Skip inside,” called texan, “and bring your friend, by all means.  bear?”

    Lyra sa tc buoyancy of to th.

    “Get in!” so Roger, and scrambled over t to fall in a snoer Roger fell on top of y noise he very ground shake.

    “Cmon, lorek! On board, old feller!” yelled Lee Scoresby, and over the bear in a hideous creak of wicker and bending wood.

    At once t lohe rope.

    ted immediately and surged upo t a rate Lyra could scarcely believe. After a moment t, and up t, faster and faster, so t s no rocket could  tly. So Roger on t, pressed doion.

    Lee Scoresby ering exan yells of deligening  clao all t before packing te pieces in a pile. Somecs told t tco the upper airs.

    Little by little Lyra recovered beat. S up and looked around.

    t ruments, and ttled air, and a variety of otoo small or confusing to make out in t this a cloud?”