Jill ought to have been back at the white rock already but she had quite forgotten that part of her orders in the excitement of watching the fight. Now she remembered. She turned at once and ran to it， and arrived there barely a second before the others. It thus happened that all of them， for a moment， had their backs to the enemy. They all wheeled round the moment they had reached it. A terrible sight met their eyes.
A Calormene was running towards the Stable door carrying something that kicked and struggled. As he came between them and the fire they could see clearly both the shape of the man and the shape of what he carried. It was Eustace.
Tirian and the Unicorn rushed out to rescue him. But the Calormene was now far nearer to the door then they. Before they had covered half the distance he had flung Eustace in and shut the door on him. Half a dozen more Calormenes had run up behind him. They formed a line on the open space before the Stable. There was no getting at it now.
Even then Jill remembered to keep her face turned aside， well away from her bow. “Even if I can’t stop blubbing， I won‘t get my string wet，” she said.
“’Ware arrows，” said Poggin suddenly.
