they slid through , moving as quietly as two big , noisy men could move , and then marsh was closing the door behind them and hairy mike dunne was moving forward , raising his three-foot-long black iron billet high over his head , and dimly marsh saw the thing in the bed stir , rolling over toward the noise , toward the light , and hairy mike was there in two long quick strides , all so fast , and the iron fell in a terrible arc at the end of his huge arm , fell and fell toward that dim pale head and it seemed to take forever .