Alas, the pebble hit Noah on the cheek. "AAAAAAGH! Bloody hell, James!" he shouted. But there was hardly time to recover. He saw the other boy pull his own knife and stepped back. He wanted to see where James was. The kid had darted away and was somewhere behind him. But he dared not turn his eyes away from the intruder now that he held a knife. "Find your own place. We were here first!" Noah said, holding up his knife. He wanted to sit down. His cheek was hurting like hell and he could feel some blood trickle down from where the rock had scraped his skin.