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The dogs both started barking like crazy, and Scout bent to grab their collars in case they were about to charge back up the bridge to help Daisy.
Scout didn’t think it likely that Daisy had just fallen down, but she held on to that hope for several long minutes. Maybe she really had just fallen, despite how vertical her descent had appeared to Scout. Maybe she was about to pop back up, dust herself off, and join them on the other side.
She held on to that hope for far longer than she should have, but she didn’t really grasp that fact until the first dart whistled past her ear.
Then the dogs were barking again, a deeper warning. Scout threw her arms up over her head and looked around, but her perfect road built for easy walking provided no cover whatsoever. She would have to make a
