37 The Lifeline

37 The Lifeline PEANUT?" Little-Bit's voice sounded as if it were coming from a long way above her. "PEANUT? ARE YOU OK?" "I THINK SO." She was clinging on to something above her head and swaying slightly over the ravine. "OK. NOW HOLD ON TIGHT" It was Rockwell this time. "WE'RE GOING TO PULL YOU UP." A few seconds later she started moving upwards. Her arm muscles were burning. She looked up to see that she was holding on to the can of spray paint from her bandolier which, in turn, was connected to the very top of the cliff face by a long, rubbery

37 救命绳 皮纳特？” 小比特的声音听着像是从她上方很远的地方传来的。 “皮纳特？ 你没事吧？” “我觉得我没事。” 她紧紧抓着头顶上方的什么东西，在峡谷上方轻轻摇晃着。 “好的。 现在抓紧别松手” 这次说话的是罗克韦尔。 “我们这就拉你上来。” 几秒钟后，她开始向上移动了。 她胳膊的肌肉火辣辣地疼。 她抬头一看，发现自己抓着子弹带上的喷漆罐，而喷漆罐靠着悬崖顶端一根长长的、富有弹性的

jet of paint that was coming out of the nozzle. She had sprayed herself a lifeline as she fell. Strangely, she had no recollection of coming up with that plan. It must have been pure instinct. When she finally reached the top of the cliff, she clambered up and over the edge and fell back in the snow. She was immediately dived on by an excited Doodle and an even more excited Little-Bit. Rockwell was a few metres away, red-faced and sitting in the middle of a large coil of spray-paint "rope'. "OK. Final straw," he panted. "I've had enough. Peanut, can you draw a door, please. I want to go home.

从喷嘴喷出的漆流。 她坠落的时候给自己喷出了一条救命绳。 奇怪的是，她完全不记得自己想过这个办法。 这肯定完全是本能反应。 她终于爬到悬崖顶后，挣扎着爬过崖边，仰倒在了雪地里。 兴奋的杜德尔立刻扑到她身上，更兴奋的小比特也跟着扑了上来。 罗克韦尔在几米开外，涨红了脸，坐在一大卷喷漆“绳子”中间。 “好了。 我忍无可忍了，”他气喘吁吁地说。 我已经受够了。 皮纳特，麻烦你画一扇门。 我想要回家。