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"What is it now?" he asked, gruffly "Hev' ye got 'e directly across the other's

shoulder, his ar desperately

"It's thar!--an' it's his face! Oh, God!--I know it--fifteen year"

The lanced backward into the pitch darkness, but without

his body

"There 's nuthin' out there, 'less it's a firefly," he insisted, in a

tone of conteot on yer

nerves What is it ye think ye see?"

"His face, I tell ye! Don't I know? It's all green and ghastly, with

snaky flames playin' about it! But I know; fifteen years, an' I ain't

fergot"

He sank down feebly--sank until he was on his knees, his head craned

forward The ure

co to shrink

away

"My God! was thet you? I thought it was him a-reachin' fer me Here,

let me take yer hand Oh, Lord! An' can't ye see? It's just there

beyond thereen, crawlin', devilish--but it's him"

"Who?"