I put my hand on it quickly, held it down. When she looked at me I shook my head. She shrugged, and reached, instead, for one of the packs, to look for one of the flashguns. I waited for her to dig it out, then I turned down the intensity of the light inside the tent. The larger lamp, outside, was not switched on. I strained my ears, trying to catch the sound of any slight movement outside, but I heard nothing. I moved the flap aside tentatively, and peered out. Though it was not too long since sunset the night, aided by the trees, was already pitch dark. I was tempted to bring the rifle, but I left it, and took the flashlight instead. I eased my body out of the tent to let Karen take up a position by the open flap before switching it on and playing its beam in a low circle. The moment I switched it on there was another barking sound, brief and explosive. This time it was less like a cough. I tried to follow the sound with the beam of the torch but couldn’t quite catch up with it.
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