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And now upon the rushing ere voices, de the whirling blackness with

their vicious clamor

"Kill him!" they shrieked "Whether you are in time or no, kill him!

kill him!"

And Barnabas, heedless of the death that hissed and crackled in the

air about hideht he dies!"

And now, uplifted with a wild exhilaration, he laughed aloud,

exulting in the storm; and now, crushed by fear and dread, and black

despair, he raved out bitter curses and spurred on into the storht of this man he meant to slay possessed

him utterly; it seemed to Barnabas that he could actually hear his

soft, h above the

hiss of rain and rush of wind--the laugh of a satyr aits,

confident, assured, with aroddess

On beneath trees, di to the

storh alloped hard And ever thein his ears, and ever the de wind: "Kill him! kill him!"

So, at last, ae Town, and staying at the nearest inn, dismounted stiffly

in the yard and shouted hoarsely for ostlers to bring hi come there, it is Barnabas himself who holds the

bucket while the foam-flecked "Terror" drinks, a modicum of water