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It was ludicrous, but he was not amused. Nor was he even afraid. He was too far gone for that. But his mind was for the moment clear, and he lay and considered. The ship was no more than four miles away. IT WAS LUDICROUS BUT HE WAS NOT AMUSED NOR WAS HE EVEN AFRAID HE WAS TOO FAR GONE FOR THAT BUT HIS MIND WAS FOR THE MOMENT CLEAR AND HE LAY AND CONSIDERED THE SHIP WAS NO MORE THAN FOUR MILES AWAY
 his heels. His knees had become raw meat like his feet, and though he padded them with the shirt from his back it was a red track he left behind him on the moss and stones. Once, glancing back, he saw the wolf licking hungrily his bleeding trail, and he saw sharply what his own end might be--unless--unless he could get the wolf. Then began as grim a tragedy of existence as was ever played--a sick man that crawled, a sick wolf that limped, two creatures dragging their dying carcasses across the desolation and hunting each other's lives. Had it been a well wolf, it would not have mattered so much to the man; but the thought of going to feed the maw of that loathsome and all but dead thing was repugnant to him. He was finicky. His mind had begun to wander again, and to be perplexed by hallucinations, while his lucid intervals grew rarer and shorter. He was awakened once from a faint by a wheeze close in his ear. The wolf leaped lamely back, losing its footing and falling in its weakness. OLF COUGHED AND WHEEZED AT HIS HEELS HIS KNEES HAD BECOME RAW MEAT LIKE HIS FEET AND THOUGH HE PATTED THEM WITH A SHIRT FROM HIS BACK IT WAS A RED TRACK HE LEFT BEHIND HIM ON THE MOSS AND STONES ONCE GLANCING BACK HE SAW THE WOLF LICKING HUNGRILY HIS BLEEDING TRAIL AND HE SAW SHARPLY WHAT HIS OWN END MIGHT BE UNLESS UNLESS HE COULD GET THE WOLF THEN BEGAN AS GRIM A TRAGEDY OF EXISTENCE AS WAS EVER PLAYED A SICK MAN THAT CRAWLED A SICK WOLF THAT LIMPED TWO CREATURES DRAGGING THEIR DYING CARCASSES ACROSS THE DESOLATION AND HUNTING EACH OTHERS LIVES HAD IT BEEN A WELL WOLF IT WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED SO MUCH TO THE MAN BUT THE THOUGHT OF GOING TO FEED THE MAW OF THAT LOATHSOME AND ALL BUT DEAD THING WAS REPUGNANT TO HIM HE WAS FINICKY HIS MIND HAD BEGUN TO WANDER AGAIN AND TO BE PERPLEXED BY HALLUCINATIONS WHILE HIS LUCID INTERVALS GREW RARER AND SHORTER HE WAS AWAKENED ONCE FROM A FAINT BY A WHEEZE CLOSE IN HIS EAR THE WOLF LEAPED LAMELY BACK LOSING ITS FOOTING AND FALLING IN ITS WEAKNESS
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