"I don't know," Robin said.
Glaudot laughed hysterically. The Cyclops stirred. That made up Charlie's mind. He placed his end of the stake carefully on the floor and went back to Glaudot. He struck Glaudot neatly and precisely on the point of the jaw and Glaudot collapsed in his arms.
Then they returned with the stake to the fire. Charlie scraped and pushed the embers together with a charcoal log. They began to toast the point of the stake.
"We've got to hurry," Robin said.
"The skin of his eyelid is like armor plate," Charlie told her. "We've got to make sure it doesn't turn the point aside."
The flock stirred and began to grow more lively. It was now dawn outside. The Cyclops yawned in his sleep and stretched out an arm the size of an oak tree.
"Hurry!" Robin said urgently.
The Cyclops rolled over, its face to the wall.
"The eye!" Charlie groaned. "We'll never be able to reach the eye now."
They kept at their work, though. There was nothing else they could do. The surface wood of the big stake was taking on a dull cherry-red color. Finally Charlie said: "That's enough, I guess."