chater n bard the dawn treader (第18/20页)
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ong tail hanging down—and perhaps it was rather tempting—he thought it would be delightful to catch hold of it，swing Reepicheep round by it once or twice upside-down，then run away and laugh．At first the plan seemed to work beautifully．The Mouse was not much heavier than a very large cat．Eustace had him off the rail in a trice and very silly he lookedthought Eustacewith his little limbs all splayed out and his mouth open．But unfortunately Reepicheep，who had fought for his life many a time，never lost his head even for a moment． Nor his skill．It is not very easy to draw one’s sword when one is swinging round in the air by one’s tail，but he did．And the next thing Eustace knew was two agonizing jabs in his hand which made him let go of the tail；and the next thing after that was that the Mouse had picked itself up again as if it were a ball bouncing off the deck，and there it was facing him，and a horrid long， bright，sharp thing like a skewer was waving to and fro within an inch of his stomach
