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The wagon stopped abruptly, and he heard animated con-
versation.
"You clear the tunnel," someone said.
It's your turn!" another said in a sleepy voice. "I had to
clear those boulders out of the way by that ridge a few days
ago."
"Oh, all right!" the first one said.
The front end of the wagon bounced slightly as one of the
derro sprang to the ground and landed in the water with a
splash.
Flint hugged the axle and made himself as small as possi-
ble. Lowering his head just slightly, he looked under the
front of the wagon and saw that thick brush blocked the
bank of the stream beside them. The hill dwarf saw only
branches, water, and the mountain dwarf's waist at water
level until the fellow moved the tree limbs to either side of
the wagon, forming an opening in the steep stream bed.
Deep ruts that led out of the stream were revealed where
the branches had been. With an oath, the driver coaxed the
horses through a turn to the left, and the poor creatures la-
boriously hauled the heavy wagon out of the stream and
onto the concealed portion of the road.
The driver did not stop the wagon as both guards
dropped to replace the brush pile, then climbed back onto
the rear of the wagon, where Flint could hear them crawl
over the hollow wooden cargo hold and take their places at
the front again
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