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Once a stray spider fell into the ravine close beside him—a full foot it measured from leg to leg, and its body was half a man's hand—and after he had watched its monstrous alacrity of search and escape for a little while, and tempted it to bite his broken sword, he lifted up his iron heeled boot and smashed it into a pulp. ONCE A STRAY SPIDER FELL INTO THE RAVINE CLOSE BESIDE HIM A FULL FOOT IT MEASURED FROM LEG TO LEG AND ITS BODY WAS HALF A MAN'S HAND AND AFTER HE HAD WATCHED ITS MONSTROUS ALACRITY OF SEARCH AND ESCAPE FOR A LITTLE WHILE AND TEMPTED IT TO BITE HIS BROKEN SWORD HE LIFTED UP HIS IRON HEELED BOOT AND SMASHED IT INTO A PULP
 not forgotten how to fall. He was horseman again in mid-air. He came off clear with a mere bruise upon his shoulder, and his horse rolled, kicking spasmodic legs, and lay still. But the master's sword drove its point into the hard soil, and snapped clean across, as though Chance refused him any longer as her Knight, and the splintered end missed his face by an inch or so. He was on his feet in a moment, breathlessly scanning the onrushing spider-webs. For a moment he was minded to run, and then thought of the ravine, and turned back. He ran aside once to dodge one drifting terror, and then he was swiftly clambering down the precipitous sides, and out of the touch of the gale. There under the lee of the dry torrent's steeper banks he might crouch, and watch these strange, grey masses pass and pass in safety till the wind fell, and it became possible to escape. And there for a long time he crouched, watching the strange, grey, ragged masses trail their streamers across his narrowed sky. D TO LEAP AT ANY RATE HE HAD NOT FORGOTTEN HOW TO FALL HE WAS HORSEMAN AGAIN IN MID AIR HE CAME OFF CLEAR WITH A MERE BRUISE UPON HIS SHOULDER AND HIS HORSE ROLLED KICKING SPASMODIC LEGS AND LAY STILL BUT THE MASTER'S SWORD DROVE ITS POINT INTO THE HARD SOIL AND SNAPPED CLEAN ACROSS AS THOUGH CHANCE REFUSED HIM ANY LONGER AS A KNIGHT AND THE SPLINTERED END MISSED HIS FACE BY AN INCH OR SO HE WAS ON HIS FEET IN A MOMENT BREATHLESSLY SCANNING THE ONRUSHING SPIDER WEBS FOR A MOMENT HE WAS MINDED TO RUN AND THEN THOUGHT OF THE RAVINE AND TURNED BACK HE RAN ASIDE ONCE TO DODGE ONE DRIFTING TERROR AND THEN HE WAS SWIFTLY CLAMBERING DOWN THE PRECIPITOUS SIDES AND OUT OF THE TOUCH OF THE GALE THERE UNDER THE LEE OF THE DRY TORRENT'S STEEPER BANKS HE MIGHT CROUCH AND WATCH THESE STRANGE GRAY MASSES PASS AND PASS IN SAFETY TILL THE WIND FELL AND IT BECAME POSSIBLE TO ESCAPE AND THERE FOR A LONG TIME HE CROUCHED WATCHING THE STRANGE GREY RAGGED MASSES TRAIL THEIR STREAMERS ACROSS HIS NARROWED SKY
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