The scream that Mr. Klopper let out after Jimmy yanked the offending branch out of his neck, was nothing compared to the smell of burning flesh that permeated the makeshift camp once Scott had pressed the hot piece of firewood against the gaping hole that remained.  It was a nauseating stench, packing itself like cotton-wool into their mouths and noses, making it hard to breathe without wanting to throw up immediately!  Jimmy had them heat the piece of wood up again before repeating the cauterizing procedure on the other side of Mr. Klopper’s neck.  The pain must have knocked him out because he was pale and sweaty and appeared to be fast asleep by then. 

The sun had reached the tip of the mountainside now, and was just beginning to peep over the edge, winking its bright orange eye...

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