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Then he turned his gaze and slowly took in the circle of the world that remained to him now that Bill was gone. THEN HE TURNED HIS GAZE AND SLOWLY TOOK IN THE CIRCLE OF THE WORLD THAT REMAINED TO HIM NOW THAT BILL WAS GONE
ll. Then he stood still and looked at the other man, who had never turned his head. The man stood still for fully a minute, as though debating with himself. Then he called out: "I say, Bill, I've sprained my ankle." Bill staggered on through the milky water. He did not look around. The man watched him go, and though his face was expressionless as ever, his eyes were like the eyes of a wounded deer. The other man limped up the farther bank and continued straight on without looking back. The man in the stream watched him. His lips trembled a little, so that the rough thatch of brown hair which covered them was visibly agitated. His tongue even strayed out to moisten them. "Bill!" he cried out. It was the pleading cry of a strong man in distress, but Bill's head did not turn. The man watched him go, limping grotesquely and lurching forward with stammering gait up the slow slope toward the soft sky-line of the low-lying hill. He watched him go till he passed over the crest and disappeared.  BUT REELED AGAIN AND NEARLY FELL THEN HE STOOD STILL AND LOOKED AT THE OTHER MAN WHO HAD NEVER TURNED HIS HEAD THE MAN STOOD STILL FOR FULLY A MINUTE AS THOUGH DEBATING WITH HIMSELF THEN HE CALLED OUT I SAY BILL I'VE SPRAINED MY ANKLE BILL STAGGERED ON THROUGH THE MILKY WATER HE DID NOT LOOK AROUND THE MAN WATCHED HIM GO AND THOUGH HIS FACE WAS EXPRESSIONLESS AS EVER HIS EYES WERE LIKE THE EYES OF A WOUNDED DEER THE OTHER MAN LIMPED UP THE FARTHER BANK AND CONTINUED STRAIGHT ON WITHOUT LOOKING BACK THE MAN IN THE STREAM WATCHED HIM HIS LIPS TREMBLED A LITTLE SO THAT THE ROUGH THATCH OF BROWN HAIR WHICH COVERED THEM WAS VISIBLY AGITATED HIS TONGUE EVEN STRAYED OUT TO MOISTEN THEM BILL HE CRIED OUT IT WAS THE PLEADING CRY OF A STRONG MAN IN DISTRESS BUT BILL'S HEAD DID NOT TURN THE MAN WATCHED HIM GO LIMPING GROTESQUELY AND LURCHING FORWARD WITH STAMMERING GAIT UP THE SLOW SLOPE TOWARD THE SOFT SKYLINE OF THE LOW LYING HILL HE WATCHED HIM GO TILL HE PASSED OVER THE CREST AND DISAPPEARED
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