He was deeply asleep. Faintly her piercing screams penetrated his unconsciousness. "Indie save me, save me". In milliseconds he was wide awake, leapt up from his sleep, wrenching his whip from its permanent position on his belt. A terrifying scenario unfolded in front of his bleary eyes. His little lady was huddled in a corner one trembling arm outstretched, a finger pointing. "It's over there " she screamed. The creature squatted there, very hairy and black, and stared at them unblinking. It was horrible. Huge eyes and legs everywhere. It's tongue came out and it licked it's lips. Crack,snap - Indiana Targett's whip was a blur, but was no use in the confined space. The little lady was shrinking back into the corner trying to keep out of the way. "For God's sake" she said "Can't
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