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As he strove to force his horse nearer to this gesticulating, screaming grey object that struggled up and down, there came a clatter of hoofs, and the little man, in act of mounting, swordless, balanced on his belly athwart the white horse, and clutching its mane, whirled past. And again a clinging thread of grey gossamer swept across the master's face. AS HE STROVE TO FORCE HIS HORSE NEARER TO THIS GESTICULATING SCREAMING GREY OBJECT THAT STRUGGLED UP AND DOWN THERE CAME A CLATTER OF HOOFS AND THE LITTLE MAN IN ACT OF MOUNTING SWORDLESS BALANCED ON HIS BELLY ATHWART THE WHITE HORSE AND CLUTCHING ITS MANE WHIRLED PAST AND AGAIN A CLINGING THREAD OF GREY GOSSAMER SWEPT ACROSS THE MASTER'S FACE
not release his horse. He was endeavouring to lug the struggling brute back with the strength of one arm, while with the other he slashed aimlessly, The tentacles of a second grey mass had entangled themselves with the struggle, and this second grey mass came to its moorings, and slowly sank. The master set his teeth, gripped his bridle, lowered his head, and spurred his horse forward. The horse on the ground rolled over, there were blood and moving shapes upon the flanks, and the gaunt man, suddenly leaving it, ran forward towards his master, perhaps ten paces. His legs were swathed and encumbered with grey; he made ineffectual movements with his sword. Grey streamers waved from him; there was a thin veil of grey across his face. With his left hand he beat at something on his body, and suddenly he stumbled and fell. He struggled to rise, and fell again, and suddenly, horribly, began to howl, “Oh—ohoo, ohooh!” The master could see the great spiders upon him, and others upon the ground. ITTLE MAN HAD DISMOUNTED BUT HE DARED NOT RELEASE HIS HORSE HE WAS ENDEAVOURING TO LUG THE STRUGGLING BRUTE BACK WITH THE STRENGTH OF ONE ARM WHILE WITH THE OTHER HE SLASHED AIMLESSLY THE TENTACLES OF A SECOND GRAY MASS HAD ENTANGLED THEMSELVES WITH THE STRUGGLE AND THIS SECOND GRAY MASS CAME TO ITS MOORINGS AND SLOWLY SANK THE MASTER SET HIS TEETH GRIPPED HIS BRIDLE LOWERED HIS HEAD AND SPURRED HIS HORSE FORWARD THE HORSE ON THE GROUND ROLLED OVER THERE WERE BLOOD AND MOVING SHAPES UPON THE FLANKS AND THE GAUNT MAN SUDDENLY LEAVING IT RAN FORWARD TOWARDS HIS MASTER PERHAPS TEN PACES HIS LEGS WERE SWATHED AND ENCUMBERED WITH GRAY HE MADE INEFFECTUAL MOVEMENTS WITH HIS SWORD GRAY STREAMERS WAVED FROM HIM THERE WAS A THIN VEIL OF GREY ACROSS HIS FACE WITH HIS LEFT HAND HE BEAT AT SOMETHING ON HIS BODY AND SUDDENLY HE STUMBLED AND FELL HE STRUGGLED TO RISE AND FELL AGAIN AND SUDDENLY HORRIBLY BEGAN TO HOWL OH OH OH THE MASTER COULD SEE THE GREAT SPIDERS UPON HIM AND OTHERS UPON THE GROUND
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