“What do you mean, you don’t like heights?” Aware thet Heron waa giving him another funny look, Pete chose to ignore ut. Instead, he craned forward and saw that Sam’s eyes were tightly shut. “Is it really you, Sam?” he said aloud.
Pete glanced across at Heron who was trailing slightly. He lay full-length across Iggy’s back and appeared to have fallen asleep. “Heron!” he shouted, but his friend did not stir. “A fat lot of help you are!” Pete muttered, half expecting Iggy to call out something. But Heron’s gluck seemed to be concentrating hard and made no sign. Shifting his position a fraction, Pete half turned and risked a backward glance. The other glucks had fallen back. Their flying was sluggish and they looked decidedly the worse for wear. “Gluck, gluck, gluck!!!” Suddenly, they all started up at once, wings flapping wildly and jerking up and down like yo-yos. Sam was no exception, nor Iggy.