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He asked the question with his eyes straight on the other's face. The prompt question explained to me why I had started, and I waited with just a tremor of excitement for the reply. Sangree hesitated a moment, as though the question took him by surprise. But he met the doctor's gaze unflinchingly across the fire, and with complete honesty. "Really," he faltered, with a little shrug of the shoulders, "I can hardly tell you. The phrase seemed to come out of its own accord. HE ASKED THE QUESTION WITH HIS EYES STRAIGHT ON THE OTHER'S FACE THE PROMPT QUESTION EXPLAINED TO ME WHY I HAD STARTED AND I WAITED WITH JUST A TREMOR OF EXCITEMENT FOR THE REPLY SANGREE HESITATED A MOMENT AS THOUGH THE QUESTION TOOK HIM BY SURPRISE BUT HE MET THE DOCTOR'S GAZE UNFLINCHINGLY ACROSS THE FIRE AND WITH COMPLETE HONESTY REALLY HE FALTERED WITH A LITTLE SHRUG OF THE SHOULDERS I CAN HARDLY TELL YOU THE PHRASE SEEMED TO COME OUT OF ITS OWN ACCORD
r this brief remark, confirming as it did my own worst suspicions, did more to convince me of the gravity of the adventure than any number of questions or explanations. It seemed to draw close the circle about us, shutting a door somewhere that locked us in with the animal and the horror, and turning the key. Whatever it was had now to be faced and dealt with. "No one has been actually injured so far?" he asked aloud, but in a matter-of-fact tone that lent reality to grim possibilities. "Good heavens, no!" cried the Canadian, throwing down his dishcloths and coming forward into the circle of firelight. "Surely there can be no question of this poor starved beast injuring anybody, can there?" His hair straggled untidily over his forehead, and there was a gleam in his eyes that was not all reflection from the fire. His words made me turn sharply. We all laughed a little short, forced laugh. "I trust not, indeed," Dr. Silence said quietly. "But what makes you think the creature is starved? ASHAMED OF MY WANT OF CONTROL FOR THIS BRIEF REMARK CONFIRMING AS IT DID MY OWN WORST SUSPICIONS DID MORE TO CONVINCE ME OF THE GRAVITY OF THE ADVENTURE THAN ANY NUMBER OF QUESTIONS OR EXPLANATIONS IT SEEMED TO DRAW CLOSE THE CIRCLE ABOUT US SHUTTING A DOOR SOMEWHERE THAT LOCKED US IN WITH THE ANIMAL AND THE HORROR AND TURNING THE KEY WHATEVER IT WAS HAD NOW TO BE FACED AND DEALT WITH NO ONE HAS BEEN ACTUALLY INJURED SO FAR HE ASKED ALOUD BUT IN A MATTER OF FACT TONE THAT LENT REALITY TO GRIM POSSIBILITIES GOOD HEAVENS NO CRIED THE CANADIAN THROWING DOWN HIS DISHCLOTHS AND COMING FORWARD INTO THE CIRCLE OF FIRELIGHT SURELY THERE CAN BE NO QUESTION OF THIS POOR STARVED BEAST INJURING ANYBODY CAN THERE HIS HAIR STRAGGLED UNTIDILY OVER HIS FOREHEAD AND THERE WAS A GLEAM IN HIS EYES THAT WAS NOT ALL REFLECTION FROM THE FIRE HIS WORDS MADE ME TURNED SHARPLY WE ALL LAUGHED A LITTLE SHORT FORCED LAUGH I TRUST NOT INDEED DOCTOR SILENCE SAID QUIETLY BUT WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THE CREATURE STARVED
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