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Then
came
a
mighty
effort
,
and
the
Invisible
Man
threw
off
a
couple
of
his
antagonists
and
rose
to
his
knees
.
Kemp
clung
to
him
in
front
like
a
hound
to
a
stag
,
and
a
dozen
hands
gripped
,
clutched
,
and
tore
at
the
Unseen
.
The
tram
conductor
suddenly
got
the
neck
and
shoulders
and
lugged
him
back
.
Down
went
the
heap
of
struggling
men
again
and
rolled
over
.
There
was
,
I
am
afraid
,
some
savage
kicking
.
Then
suddenly
a
wild
scream
of
"
Mercy
!
Mercy
!
"
that
died
down
swiftly
to
a
sound
like
choking
.
"
Get
back
,
you
fools
!
"
cried
the
muffled
voice
of
Kemp
,
and
there
was
a
vigorous
shoving
back
of
stalwart
forms
.
"
He
's
hurt
,
I
tell
you
.
Stand
back
!
"
There
was
a
brief
struggle
to
clear
a
space
,
and
then
the
circle
of
eager
faces
saw
the
doctor
kneeling
,
as
it
seemed
,
fifteen
inches
in
the
air
,
and
holding
invisible
arms
to
the
ground
.
Behind
him
a
constable
gripped
invisible
ankles
.
"
Do
n't
you
leave
go
of
en
,
"
cried
the
big
navvy
,
holding
a
blood-stained
spade
;
"
he
's
shamming
.
"
"
He
's
not
shamming
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
cautiously
raising
his
knee
;
"
and
I
'll
hold
him
.
"
His
face
was
bruised
and
already
going
red
;
he
spoke
thickly
because
of
a
bleeding
lip
.
He
released
one
hand
and
seemed
to
be
feeling
at
the
face
.
"
The
mouth
's
all
wet
,
"
he
said
.
And
then
,
"
Good
God
!
"
He
stood
up
abruptly
and
then
knelt
down
on
the
ground
by
the
side
of
the
thing
unseen
.
There
was
a
pushing
and
shuffling
,
a
sound
of
heavy
feet
as
fresh
people
turned
up
to
increase
the
pressure
of
the
crowd
.
People
now
were
coming
out
of
the
houses
.
The
doors
of
the
"
Jolly
Cricketers
"
stood
suddenly
wide
open
.
Very
little
was
said
.
Kemp
felt
about
,
his
hand
seeming
to
pass
through
empty
air
.
"
He
's
not
breathing
,
"
he
said
,
and
then
,
"
I
ca
n't
feel
his
heart
.
His
side
--
ugh
!
"
Suddenly
an
old
woman
,
peering
under
the
arm
of
the
big
navvy
,
screamed
sharply
.
"
Looky
there
!
"
she
said
,
and
thrust
out
a
wrinkled
finger
.
And
looking
where
she
pointed
,
everyone
saw
,
faint
and
transparent
as
though
it
was
made
of
glass
,
so
that
veins
and
arteries
and
bones
and
nerves
could
be
distinguished
,
the
outline
of
a
hand
,
a
hand
limp
and
prone
.
It
grew
clouded
and
opaque
even
as
they
stared
.
