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"Do you know what it is, Hubbard, this beast?" he hissed under his breath at me; "it's a damned wolf, that's what it is—a wolf lost among the islands, and starving to death—desperate. So help me God, I believe it's that!" DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS HUBBARD THIS BEAST HE HISSED UNDER HIS BREATH AT ME IT'S A DAMNED WOLF THAT'S WHAT IT IS A WOLF LOST AMONG THE ISLANDS AND STARVING TO DEATH DESPERATE SO HELP ME GOD I BELIEVE IT'S THAT
hind him, and, in some utterly unaccountable fashion, it was gone. And the Canadian woke and sat up with a start. "Quick! You fool!" I cried, in my excitement, "the beast has been in your tent, here at your very throat while you sleep like the dead. Up, man! Get your gun! Only this second it disappeared over there behind your head. Quick! or Joan—!" And somehow the fact that he was there, wide-awake now, to corroborate me, brought the additional conviction to my own mind that this was no animal, but some perplexing and dreadful form of life that drew upon my deeper knowledge, that much reading had perhaps assented to, but that had never yet come within actual range of my senses. He was up in a flash, and out. He was trembling, and very white. We searched hurriedly, feverishly, but found only the traces of paw-marks passing from the door of his own tent across the moss to the women's. And the sight of the tracks about Mrs. Maloney's tent, where Joan now slept, set him in a perfect fury. IN MY MIND IT SEEMED TO PASS OVER AND BEHIND HIM AND IN SOME UTTERLY UNACCOUNTABLE FASHION IT WAS GONE AND THE CANADIAN WOKE AND SAT UP WITH A START QUICK YOU FOOL I CRIED IN MY EXCITEMENT THE BEAST HAS BEEN IN YOUR TENT HERE AT YOUR VERY THROAT WHILE YOU SLEEP LIKE THE DEAD OC MAN GET YOUR GUN ONLY THIS SECOND IT DISAPPEARED OVER THERE BEHIND YOUR HEAD QUICK OR JOAN AND SOMEHOW THE FACT THAT HE WAS THERE WIDE AWAKE NOW TO CORROBORATE ME BROUGHT THE ADDITIONAL CONVICTION TO MY MIND THAT THIS WAS NO ANIMAL BUT SOME PERPLEXING AND DREADFUL FORM OF LIFE THAT DREW UPON MY DEEPER KNOWLEDGE THAT MUCH READING HAD PERHAPS ASSENTED TO BUT THAT HAD NEVER YET COME WITHIN ACTUAL RANGE OF MY SENSES HE WAS UP IN A FLASH AND OUT HE WAS TREMBLING AND VERY WHITE WE SEARCHED HURRIEDLY FEVERISHLY BUT FOUND ONLY THE TRACES OF PALL MARKS PASSING FROM THE DOOR OF HIS OWN TENT ACROSS THE MOSS TO THE WOMEN'S AND THE SIGHT OF THE TRACKS ABOUT MISSUS MALONEY'S TENT WHERE JOAN NOW SLEPT SET HIM IN A PERFECT FURY
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