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For some moments Gibbie stood in ghastly terror. No sound except a low gurgle came to his ears, and the horror of the stillness overmastered him. He never could recall what came next. When he knew himself again, he was in the street, running like the wind, he knew not whither. FOR SOME MOMENTS GIBBEY STOOD IN GHASTLY TERROR NO SOUND EXCEPT A LOW GURGLE CAME TO HIS EARS AND THE HORROR OF THE STILLNESS OVERMASTERED HIM HE NEVER COULD RECALL WHAT CAME NEXT WHEN HE KNEW HIMSELF AGAIN HE WAS IN THE STREET RUNNING LIKE THE WIND HE KNEW NOT WHITHER
usion between sleeping and waking, imagined his father’s death come again. Presently he remembered it was in Sambo’s arms he fell asleep, but where he was now he could not tell: certainly he was not in bed. Groping, he pushed a door, and a glimmer of light came in. He was in a closet of the room in which Sambo slept--and something was to do about his bed. He rose softly and peeped out. There stood several men, and a struggle was going on--nearly noiseless. Gibbie was half-dazed, and could not understand; but he had little anxiety about Sambo, in whose prowess he had a triumphant confidence. Suddenly came the sound of a great gush, and the group parted from the bed and vanished. Gibbie darted towards it. The words, “_O Lord Jesus!_” came to his ears, and he heard no more: they were poor Sambo’s last in this world. The light of a street lamp fell upon the bed: the blood was welling, in great thick throbs, out of his huge black throat. They had bent his head back, and the gash gaped wide. HIS FATHER'S BOSOM THEN IN THE CONFUSION BETWEEN SLEEPING AND WAKING IMAGINED HIS FATHER'S DEATH COME AGAIN PRESENTLY HE REMEMBERED IT WAS IN SAMBO'S ARMS HE FELL ASLEEP BUT WHERE HE WAS NOW HE COULD NOT TELL CERTAINLY HE WAS NOT IN BED GROPING HE PUSHED A DOOR AND A GLIMMER OF LIGHT CAME IN HE WAS IN A CLOSET OF THE ROOM IN WHICH SAMBO SLEPT AND SOMETHING WAS TO DO ABOUT HIS BED HE ROSE SOFTLY AND PEEPED DOWN THERE STOOD SEVERAL MEN AND A STRUGGLE WAS GOING ON NEARLY NOISELESS GIBBEY WAS HALF DAZED AND COULD NOT UNDERSTAND BUT HE HAD LITTLE ANXIETY ABOUT SAMBO IN WHOSE PROWESS HE HAD A TRIUMPHANT CONFIDENCE SUDDENLY CAME THE SOUND OF A GREAT GUSH AND THE GROUP PARTED FROM THE BED AND VANISHED GIBBEY DARTED TOWARDS IT THE WORDS O LORD JESUS CAME TO HIS EARS AND HE HEARD NO MORE THEY WERE POOR SAMBO'S LAST IN THIS WORLD THE LIGHT OF A STREET LAMP FELL UPON THE BED THE BLOOD WAS WELLING IN GREAT THICK THROBS OUT OF HIS HUGE BLACK THROAT THEY HAD BENT HIS HEAD BACK AND THE GASH GAPED WIDE
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