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"
Put
that
spade
down
,
"
said
one
,
and
he
felt
a
sort
of
helpless
horror
.
He
came
near
obedience
.
Then
he
thrust
one
backwards
against
a
house
wall
,
and
fled
past
him
and
out
of
the
village
.
He
went
athwart
one
of
their
meadows
,
leaving
a
track
of
trampled
grass
behind
his
feet
,
and
presently
sat
down
by
the
side
of
one
of
their
ways
.
He
felt
something
of
the
buoyancy
that
comes
to
all
men
in
the
beginning
of
a
fight
,
but
more
perplexity
.
He
began
to
realise
that
you
can
not
even
fight
happily
with
creatures
who
stand
upon
a
different
mental
basis
to
yourself
.
Far
away
he
saw
a
number
of
men
carrying
spades
and
sticks
come
out
of
the
street
of
houses
,
and
advance
in
a
spreading
line
along
the
several
paths
towards
him
.
They
advanced
slowly
,
speaking
frequently
to
one
another
,
and
ever
and
again
the
whole
cordon
would
halt
and
sniff
the
air
and
listen
.
The
first
time
they
did
this
Nunez
laughed
.
But
afterwards
he
did
not
laugh
.
One
struck
his
trail
in
the
meadow
grass
,
and
came
stooping
and
feeling
his
way
along
it
.
For
five
minutes
he
watched
the
slow
extension
of
the
cordon
,
and
then
his
vague
disposition
to
do
something
forthwith
became
frantic
.
He
stood
up
,
went
a
pace
or
so
towards
the
circumferential
wall
,
turned
,
and
went
back
a
little
way
.
There
they
all
stood
in
a
crescent
,
still
and
listening
.
He
also
stood
still
,
gripping
his
spade
very
tightly
in
both
hands
.
Should
he
charge
them
?
The
pulse
in
his
ears
ran
into
the
rhythm
of
"
In
the
Country
of
the
Blind
the
One-eyed
Man
is
King
!
"
Should
he
charge
them
?
