But at that moment the moon decided to go behind some clouds. Now, he could see nothing. He crouched there immobilised. Afraid to go forward, afraid to fall backwards, and afraid to leap into the inky blackness.
"Jump!" Fred yelled. "f*****g jump, will you!"
Mark hunkered onto his knees, trying to get his eyes adjusted. Disoriented, confused by Fred yelling on the one side and a cacophony of sounds from angry men and crazed dogs on the other, he began to examine his options. Wait for the moon, he told himself and felt better. Good thinking.
Then a powerful flashlight beam latched onto him from below, and he got a glimpse of the top of the wall again. The Dobermann sprang, its snarling jaws seeming to get ever closer.
"Over here," a voice yelled from down behind him.
"f*****g jump," Fr
