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He looked, I thought, so stiff, so unnaturally stiff, and in some indefinable way, too, he looked smaller—shrunken. HE LOOKED I THOUGHT SO STIFF SO UNNATURALLY STIFF AND IN SOME INDEFINABLE WAY TOO HE LOOKED SMALLER SHRUNKEN
me to adduce proof, I can only say that the animal seemed to me then to be—not real. But all this passed through my mind in a flash, almost subconsciously, and before I had time to check my impressions, or even properly verify them, I made an involuntary movement, catching the tight rope in my hand so that it twanged like a banjo string, and in that instant the creature turned the corner of Sangree's tent and was gone into the darkness. Then, of course, my senses in some measure returned to me, and I realised only one thing: it had been inside his tent! I dashed out, reached the door in half a dozen strides, and looked in. The Canadian, thank God! lay upon his bed of branches. His arm was stretched outside, across the blankets, the fist tightly clenched, and the body had an appearance of unusual rigidity that was alarming. On his face there was an expression of effort, almost of painful effort, so far as the uncertain light permitted me to see, and his sleep seemed to be very profound. AND IMPOSSIBLE AS IT IS FOR ME TO ADDUCE PROOF I CAN ONLY SAY THAT THE ANIMAL SEEMED TO ME THEN TO BE NOT REAL BUT ALL THIS PASSED THROUGH MY MIND IN A FLASH ALMOST SUBCONSCIOUSLY AND BEFORE I HAD TIME TO CHECK MY IMPRESSIONS OR EVEN PROPERLY VERIFY THEM I MADE AN INVOLUNTARY MOVEMENT CATCHING THE TIGHT ROPE IN MY HAND SO THAT IT TWANGED LIKE A BANJO STRING AND IN THAT INSTANT THE CREATURE TURNED THE CORNER OF SANGREE'S TENT AND WAS GONE INTO THE DARKNESS THEN OF COURSE MY SENSES IN SOME MEASURE RETURNED TO ME AND I REALIZED ONLY ONE THING IT HAD BEEN INSIDE HIS TENT I DASHED OUT REACHED THE DOOR IN HALF A DOZEN STRIDES AND LOOKED IN THE CANADIAN THANK GOD LAY UPON HIS BED OF BRANCHES HIS ARM WAS STRETCHED OUTSIDE ACROSS THE BLANKETS THE FIST TIGHTLY CLENCHED AND THE BODY HAD AN APPEARANCE OF UNUSUAL RIGIDITY THAT WAS ALARMING ON HIS FACE THERE WAS AN EXPRESSION OF EFFORT ALMOST OF PAINFUL EFFORT AS FAR AS THE UNCERTAIN LIGHT PERMITTED ME TO SEE AND HIS SLEEP SEEMED TO BE VERY PROFOUND
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