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He waited. The fangs pressed softly; the pressure increased; the wolf was exerting its last strength in an effort to sink teeth in the food for which it had waited so long. HE WAITED THE FANGS PRESSED SOFTLY THE PRESSURE INCREASED THE WOLF WAS EXERTING ITS LAST STRENGTH IN AN EFFORT TO SINK TEETH IN THE FOOD FOR WHICH IT HAD WAITED SO LONG
ck, and he could hear, slowly drawing near and nearer, the wheezing intake and output of the sick wolf's breath. It drew closer, ever closer, through an infinitude of time, and he did not move. It was at his ear. The harsh dry tongue grated like sandpaper against his cheek. His hands shot out--or at least he willed them to shoot out. The fingers were curved like talons, but they closed on empty air. Swiftness and certitude require strength, and the man had not this strength. The patience of the wolf was terrible. The man's patience was no less terrible. For half a day he lay motionless, fighting off unconsciousness and waiting for the thing that was to feed upon him and upon which he wished to feed. Sometimes the languid sea rose over him and he dreamed long dreams; but ever through it all, waking and dreaming, he waited for the wheezing breath and the harsh caress of the tongue. He did not hear the breath, and he slipped slowly from some dream to the feel of the tongue along his hand. OVEMENT HE LAY ON HIS BACK AND HE COULD HEAR SLOWLY DRAWING NEARER AND NEARER THE WHEEZING INTAKE AND OUTPUT OF THE SICK WOLF'S BREATH IT DREW CLOSER EVER CLOSER THROUGH AN INFINITUDE OF TIME AND HE DID NOT MOVE IT WAS AT HIS EAR THE HARSH DRY TONGUE GRATED LIKE SAND PAPER AGAINST HIS CHEEK HIS HAND SHOT OUT OR AT LEAST HE WILLED THEM TO SHOOT OUT THE FINGERS WERE CURVED LIKE TALONS BUT THEY CLOSED ON EMPTY AIR SWIFTNESS AND CERTITUDE REQUIRE STRENGTH AND THE MAN HAD NOT THIS STRENGTH THE PATIENCE OF THE WOLF WAS TERRIBLE THE MAN'S PATIENCE WAS NO LESS TERRIBLE FOR HALF A DAY HE LAY MOTIONLESS FIGHTING OFF UNCONSCIOUSNESS AND WAITING FOR THE THING THAT WAS TO FEED UPON HIM AND UPON WHICH HE WISHED TO FEED SOMETIMES THE LANGUID SEA ROSE OVER HIM AND HE DREAMED LONG DREAMS BUT EVER THROUGH IT ALL WAKING AND DREAMING HE WAITED FOR THE WHEEZING BREATH AND THE HARSH CARESS OF THE TONGUE HE DID NOT HEAR THE BREATH AND HE SLIPPED SLOWLY FROM SOME DREAM TO THE FEEL OF THE TONGUE ALONG HIS HAND
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