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Then
looking
hard
,
I
distinguished
through
the
interlacing
network
the
head
and
body
of
the
brute
I
had
seen
drinking
.
He
moved
his
head
.
There
was
an
emerald
flash
in
his
eyes
as
he
glanced
at
me
from
the
shadow
of
the
trees
,
a
half-luminous
colour
that
vanished
as
he
turned
his
head
again
.
He
was
motionless
for
a
moment
,
and
then
with
a
noiseless
tread
began
running
through
the
green
confusion
.
In
another
moment
he
had
vanished
behind
some
bushes
.
I
could
not
see
him
,
but
I
felt
that
he
had
stopped
and
was
watching
me
again
.
What
on
earth
was
he
,
--
man
or
beast
?
What
did
he
want
with
me
?
I
had
no
weapon
,
not
even
a
stick
.
Flight
would
be
madness
.
At
any
rate
the
Thing
,
whatever
it
was
,
lacked
the
courage
to
attack
me
.
Setting
my
teeth
hard
,
I
walked
straight
towards
him
.
I
was
anxious
not
to
show
the
fear
that
seemed
chilling
my
backbone
.
I
pushed
through
a
tangle
of
tall
white-flowered
bushes
,
and
saw
him
twenty
paces
beyond
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
at
me
and
hesitating
.
I
advanced
a
step
or
two
,
looking
steadfastly
into
his
eyes
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
said
I.
He
tried
to
meet
my
gaze
.
"
No
!
"
he
said
suddenly
,
and
turning
went
bounding
away
from
me
through
the
undergrowth
.
Then
he
turned
and
stared
at
me
again
.
His
eyes
shone
brightly
out
of
the
dusk
under
the
trees
.
My
heart
was
in
my
mouth
;
but
I
felt
my
only
chance
was
bluff
,
and
walked
steadily
towards
him
.
He
turned
again
,
and
vanished
into
the
dusk
.
Once
more
I
thought
I
caught
the
glint
of
his
eyes
,
and
that
was
all
.
For
the
first
time
I
realised
how
the
lateness
of
the
hour
might
affect
me
.
The
sun
had
set
some
minutes
since
,
the
swift
dusk
of
the
tropics
was
already
fading
out
of
the
eastern
sky
,
and
a
pioneer
moth
fluttered
silently
by
my
head
.
Unless
I
would
spend
the
night
among
the
unknown
dangers
of
the
mysterious
forest
,
I
must
hasten
back
to
the
enclosure
.
The
thought
of
a
return
to
that
pain-haunted
refuge
was
extremely
disagreeable
,
but
still
more
so
was
the
idea
of
being
overtaken
in
the
open
by
darkness
and
all
that
darkness
might
conceal
.
I
gave
one
more
look
into
the
blue
shadows
that
had
swallowed
up
this
odd
creature
,
and
then
retraced
my
way
down
the
slope
towards
the
stream
,
going
as
I
judged
in
the
direction
from
which
I
had
come
.
I
walked
eagerly
,
my
mind
confused
with
many
things
,
and
presently
found
myself
in
a
level
place
among
scattered
trees
.
The
colourless
clearness
that
comes
after
the
sunset
flush
was
darkling
;
the
blue
sky
above
grew
momentarily
deeper
,
and
the
little
stars
one
by
one
pierced
the
attenuated
light
;
the
interspaces
of
the
trees
,
the
gaps
in
the
further
vegetation
,
that
had
been
hazy
blue
in
the
daylight
,
grew
black
and
mysterious
.
I
pushed
on
.
The
colour
vanished
from
the
world
.
The
tree-tops
rose
against
the
luminous
blue
sky
in
inky
silhouette
,
and
all
below
that
outline
melted
into
one
formless
blackness
.
Presently
the
trees
grew
thinner
,
and
the
shrubby
undergrowth
more
abundant
.
Then
there
was
a
desolate
space
covered
with
a
white
sand
,
and
then
another
expanse
of
tangled
bushes
.
I
did
not
remember
crossing
the
sand-opening
before
.
I
began
to
be
tormented
by
a
faint
rustling
upon
my
right
hand
.
I
thought
at
first
it
was
fancy
,
for
whenever
I
stopped
there
was
silence
,
save
for
the
evening
breeze
in
the
tree-tops
.
Then
when
I
turned
to
hurry
on
again
there
was
an
echo
to
my
footsteps
.
I
turned
away
from
the
thickets
,
keeping
to
the
more
open
ground
,
and
endeavouring
by
sudden
turns
now
and
then
to
surprise
something
in
the
act
of
creeping
upon
me
.
I
saw
nothing
,
and
nevertheless
my
sense
of
another
presence
grew
steadily
.
I
increased
my
pace
,
and
after
some
time
came
to
a
slight
ridge
,
crossed
it
,
and
turned
sharply
,
regarding
it
steadfastly
from
the
further
side
.
It
came
out
black
and
clear-cut
against
the
darkling
sky
;
and
presently
a
shapeless
lump
heaved
up
momentarily
against
the
sky-line
and
vanished
again
.
I
felt
assured
now
that
my
tawny-faced
antagonist
was
stalking
me
once
more
;
and
coupled
with
that
was
another
unpleasant
realisation
,
that
I
had
lost
my
way
.
For
a
time
I
hurried
on
hopelessly
perplexed
,
and
pursued
by
that
stealthy
approach
.
Whatever
it
was
,
the
Thing
either
lacked
the
courage
to
attack
me
,
or
it
was
waiting
to
take
me
at
some
disadvantage
.
I
kept
studiously
to
the
open
.
At
times
I
would
turn
and
listen
;
and
presently
I
had
half
persuaded
myself
that
my
pursuer
had
abandoned
the
chase
,
or
was
a
mere
creation
of
my
disordered
imagination
.
Then
I
heard
the
sound
of
the
sea
.
I
quickened
my
footsteps
almost
into
a
run
,
and
immediately
there
was
a
stumble
in
my
rear
.
