'"We've started a deer," I said. "I wish we had brought a rifle."'Morgan, who had stopped and was intently watching the agitated chaparral, said nothing, but had cocked both barrels of his gun and was holding it in readiness to aim. I thought him a trifle excited, which surprised me, for be had a reputation for ex-ceptional coolness, even in moments of sudden and imminent peril.
'"Oh, come," I said. "You are not going to fill up a deer with quail-shot, are you?"'Still he did not reply; but catching a sight of his face as he turned it slightly toward me I was struck by the intensity of his look. Then I understood that we had serious business in hand, and my first con-jecture was that we had "jumped" a grizzly. I ad-vanced to Morgan's side, cocking my piece as Imoved.
'The bushes were now quiet and the sounds had ceased, but Morgan was as attentive to the place as before.
'"What is it? What the devil is it?" I asked.
'"That Damned Thing!" he replied, without turning his head. His voice was husky and unnatural.
He trembled visibly.
'I was about to speak further, when I observed the wild oats near the place of the disturbance mov-ing in the most inexplicable way. I can hardly de-scribe it. It seemed as if stirred by a streak of wind, which not only bent it, but pressed it down--crushed it so that it did not rise; and this movement was slowly prolonging itself directly toward us.
'Nothing that I had ever seen had affected me so strangely as this unfamiliar and unaccountable phe-nomenon, yet I am unable to recall any sense of fear. I remember--and tell it here because, singu-larly enough, I recollected it then--that once in looking carelessly out of an open window I momen-tarily mistook a small tree close at hand for one of a group of larger trees at a little distance away.
It looked the same size as the others, but being more distinctly and sharply defined in mass and detail seemed out of harmony with them. It was a mere falsification of the law of aerial perspective, but it startled, almost terrified me. We so rely upon the orderly operation of familiar natural laws that any seeming suspension of them is noted as a menace to our safety, a warning of unthinkable calamity. So now the apparently causeless movement of the herbage and the slow, undeviating approach of the line of disturbance were distinctly disquieting. My companion appeared actually frightened, and I could hardly credit my senses when I saw him suddenly throw his gun to his shoulder and fire both barrels at the agitated grain! Before the smoke of the dis-charge had cleared away I heard a loud savage cry --a scream like that of a wild animal--and flinging his gun upon the ground Morgan sprang away and ran swiftly from the spot. At the same instant I was thrown violently to the ground by the impact of something unseen in the smoke--some soft, heavy substance that seemed thrown against me with great force.
'Before I could get upon my feet and recover my gun, which seemed to have been struck from my hands, I heard Morgan crying out as if in mortal agony, and mingling with his cries were such hoarse, savage sounds as one hears from fighting dogs.
Inexpressibly terrified, I struggled to my feet and looked in the direction of Morgan's retreat; and may Heaven in mercy spare me from another sight like that! At a distance of less than thirty yards was my friend, down upon one knee, his head thrown back at a frightful angle, hatless, his long hair in disorder and his whole body in violent movement from side to side, backward and forward. His right arm was lifted and seemed to lack the hand--at least, I could see none. The other arm was invisible.
At times, as my memory now reports this extraordi-nary scene, I could discern but a part of his body;it was as if he had been partly blotted out--I can-not otherwise express it--then a shifting of his position would bring it all into view again.
'All this must have occurred within a few sec-onds, yet in that time Morgan assumed all the pos-tures of a determined wrestler vanquished by su-perior weight and strength. I saw nothing but him, and him not always distinctly. During the entire incident his shouts and curses were heard, as if through an enveloping uproar of such sounds of rage and fury as I had never heard from the throat of man or brute!
'For a moment only I stood irresolute, then throw-ing down my gun I ran forward to my friend's as-sistance. I had a vague belief that he was suffering from a fit, or some form of convulsion. Before I could reach his side he was down and quiet. All sounds had ceased, but with a feeling of such terror as even these awful events had not inspired I now saw again the mysterious movement of the wild oats, prolonging itself from the trampled area about the prostrate man toward the edge of a wood. It was only when it had reached the wood that I was able to withdraw my eyes and look at my companion. He was dead.'
3: A Man though Naked may be in Rags The coroner rose from his seat and stood beside the dead man. Lifting an edge of the sheet he pulled it away, exposing the entire body, altogether naked and showing in the candle-light a clay-like yellow.
It had, however, broad maculations of bluish black, obviously caused by extravasated blood from con-tusions. The chest and sides looked as if they had been beaten with a bludgeon. There were dreadful lacerations; the skin was torn in strips and shreds.
The coroner moved round to the end of the table and undid a silk handkerchief which had been passed under the chin and knotted on the top of the head.
