第五章：门的另一边(18)

Hiccup looked down, and there, indeed, was grey smoke drifting out of the top of his waistcoat. Toothless, who had been scratching away at Hiccup’s tummy in an I-need-food sort of way for the past five minutes, had given up waiting, and was now resorting to the desperate tactic of sending up smoke signals. Hiccup clamped his waistcoat to his chest to stop more smoke coming up. What possible excuse could he have for his waistcoat being on fire? Eventually he spluttered, ‘Must have got caught by a spark from one of those explosions out in the courtyard…