s friends.

    “t,” said Lyra. “ternoon and t him.”

    “t?”

    “t you he Gobblers?”

    It o t from a fes tened closely to hem.

    “Gobblers,” said Lyras acquaintance, upid. tians, tupid ideas.”

    “ted, “and taken. to Oxford noo get kids from us. It mustve been t got Jessie.”

    “t over Coie, serday, cause s a van, and s it....Some little boy, ts it...I dunno about t real, Gobblers. Just a story.”

    “tians seen em. t tch, and...”

    Sopped in midsentence, because someto her mind.

    During t strange evening s iring Room, Lord Asriel ern slide of a man reams of lig around it; and  . Lyra remembered t severed meant “cut.”

    And t : where was Roger?

    S seen he morning....

    Suddenly s afraid. Pantalaimon, as a miniature lion, sprang into o te and ly back into turl Street, and t for Jordan lodge, tumbling in tah-shaped daemon.

    ter imonious.

    “I o ring ter and tell  pleased at all. I  be in your s for money I .”

    “heres Roger?” she demanded.

    “I ent seen , too. Ooches him—”

    Lyra ran to tc o t, clangorous, steaming bustle.

    “ed.

    “Clear off, Lyra! ere busy here!”

    “But ?”

    No one seemed interested.

    “But  t orming away.

    Bernie try cook tried to calm  s be consoled.

    “t er catce em! You dont care about Roger—”

    “Lyra,  Roger—”

    “You dont, else youd all stop work and go and look for  now! I e you!”

    “t turned up. Listen to sense. e got d