And t precipitated a s ones, and before long, ty or more gyptian co end of t of stables, scrambling over tyard, leaping over to teen at a time on ter, and running full pelt treets of Jerictle brick terraced o t square-toory of St. Barnabas t.  kno it  a lark, but t to Lyra felt a real fear and appreime tary figure doory:  a Gobbler?

    But of course it . Eventually,  Jericime neared, tians gat to  anding in angry groups, ated and rising in nervous flig shadows.

    “I bet t dare come in o Simon Parsloepped over to t lodge of Jordan.

    “No,” ainly. “But I kno.”

    “ of t c s his.

    “Jessie Reynolds, out t t sting-up time yesterday, and s of fisea. S and everywhere.”

    “I never  t!” said Lyra, indignant. S a deplorable lapse on t of s not to tell  once.

    “ell, it erday. Sve turned up now.”

    “Im going to ask,” said Lyra, and turned to leave the lodge.

    But s got out of te before ter called her.

    “ to go out again ters orders.”

    “?”

    “I told you, Masters orders. ay in.”

    “You catced out before the old man could leave his doorway.

    Sreet and doo t. tting-up time, t a knot of youtood smoking and talking by tral gate opposite tone . Miceen-year-old s furt and ed o notice her.

    “Yea do you ?” he said finally.

    “Is Jessie Reynolds disappeared?”

    “Yeah. hy?”

    “Cause a gyptian kid disappeared today and all.”

    “tians. After every hey disappear.”

    “So do horses,” said one of hi