Satchel’s eyes searched frantically for something, anything to help him. How had Archer kept his torch alive? The boy then remembered the rocks that had been near Archer’s feet by the campfire. He spotted two small rocks lying on the side of the trail. It wasn’t much, but what choice did he have? He gritted his teeth, snatched up the rocks, and started smacking them together. The first two strikes did nothing, but then they started to spark. At the first one, the wight jumped, as if startled. Then with each new spark that Satchel made, it seemed to become more and more afraid.
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