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Just
how
fully
the
pursuit
was
organised
--
and
indeed
,
just
what
its
purpose
might
be
--
I
could
form
no
idea
.
There
seemed
to
be
unusual
activity
in
the
town
,
but
I
judged
that
the
news
of
my
escape
from
the
Gilman
had
not
yet
spread
.
I
would
,
of
course
,
soon
have
to
shift
from
Washington
to
some
other
southward
street
;
for
that
party
from
the
hotel
would
doubtless
be
after
me
.
I
must
have
left
dust
prints
in
that
last
old
building
,
revealing
how
I
had
gained
the
street
.
The
open
space
was
,
as
I
had
expected
,
strongly
moonlit
;
and
I
saw
the
remains
of
a
parklike
,
iron-railed
green
in
its
center
.
Fortunately
no
one
was
about
though
a
curious
sort
of
buzz
or
roar
seemed
to
be
increasing
in
the
direction
of
Town
Square
.
South
Street
was
very
wide
,
leading
directly
down
a
slight
declivity
to
the
waterfront
and
commanding
a
long
view
out
to
sea
;
and
I
hoped
that
no
one
would
be
glancing
up
it
from
afar
as
I
crossed
in
the
bright
moonlight
.
My
progress
was
unimpeded
,
and
no
fresh
sound
arose
to
hint
that
I
had
been
spied
.
Glancing
about
me
,
I
involuntarily
let
my
pace
slacken
for
a
second
to
take
in
the
sight
of
the
sea
,
gorgeous
in
the
burning
moonlight
at
the
street
's
end
.
Far
out
beyond
the
breakwater
was
the
dim
,
dark
line
of
Devil
Reef
,
and
as
I
glimpsed
it
I
could
not
help
thinking
of
all
the
hideous
legends
I
had
heard
in
the
last
twenty-four
hours
--
legends
which
portrayed
this
ragged
rock
as
a
veritable
gateway
to
realms
of
unfathomed
horror
and
inconceivable
abnormality
.
Then
,
without
warning
,
I
saw
the
intermittent
flashes
of
light
on
the
distant
reef
.
They
were
definite
and
unmistakable
,
and
awaked
in
my
mind
a
blind
horror
beyond
all
rational
proportion
.
My
muscles
tightened
for
panic
flight
,
held
in
only
by
a
certain
unconscious
caution
and
half-hypnotic
fascination
.
And
to
make
matters
worse
,
there
now
flashed
forth
from
the
lofty
cupola
of
the
Gilman
House
,
which
loomed
up
to
the
northeast
behind
me
,
a
series
of
analogous
though
differently
spaced
gleams
which
could
be
nothing
less
than
an
answering
signal
.
Controlling
my
muscles
,
and
realising
afresh
--
how
plainly
visible
I
was
,
I
resumed
my
brisker
and
feignedly
shambling
pace
;
though
keeping
my
eyes
on
that
hellish
and
ominous
reef
as
long
as
the
opening
of
South
Street
gave
me
a
seaward
view
.
What
the
whole
proceeding
meant
,
I
could
not
imagine
;
unless
it
involved
some
strange
rite
connected
with
Devil
Reef
,
or
unless
some
party
had
landed
from
a
ship
on
that
sinister
rock
.
I
now
bent
to
the
left
around
the
ruinous
green
;
still
gazing
toward
the
ocean
as
it
blazed
in
the
spectral
summer
moonlight
,
and
watching
the
cryptical
flashing
of
those
nameless
,
unexplainable
beacons
.
It
was
then
that
the
most
horrible
impression
of
all
was
borne
in
upon
me
--
the
impression
which
destroyed
my
last
vestige
of
self-control
and
sent
me
running
frantically
southward
past
the
yawning
black
doorways
and
fishily
staring
windows
of
that
deserted
nightmare
street
.
For
at
a
closer
glance
I
saw
that
the
moonlit
waters
between
the
reef
and
the
shore
were
far
from
empty
.
They
were
alive
with
a
teeming
horde
of
shapes
swimming
inward
toward
the
town
;
and
even
at
my
vast
distance
and
in
my
single
moment
of
perception
I
could
tell
that
the
bobbing
heads
and
flailing
arms
were
alien
and
aberrant
in
a
way
scarcely
to
be
expressed
or
consciously
formulated
.
My
frantic
running
ceased
before
I
had
covered
a
block
,
for
at
my
left
I
began
to
hear
something
like
the
hue
and
cry
of
organised
pursuit
.
There
were
footsteps
and
guttural
sounds
,
and
a
rattling
motor
wheezed
south
along
Federal
Street
.
In
a
second
all
my
plans
were
utterly
changed
--
for
if
the
southward
highway
were
blocked
ahead
of
me
,
I
must
clearly
find
another
egress
from
Innsmouth
.
I
paused
and
drew
into
a
gaping
doorway
,
reflecting
how
lucky
I
was
to
have
left
the
moonlit
open
space
before
these
pursuers
came
down
the
parallel
street
.
A
second
reflection
was
less
comforting
.
Since
the
pursuit
was
down
another
street
,
it
was
plain
that
the
party
was
not
following
me
directly
.
It
had
not
seen
me
,
but
was
simply
obeying
a
general
plan
of
cutting
off
my
escape
.
This
,
however
,
implied
that
all
roads
leading
out
of
Innsmouth
were
similarly
patrolled
;
for
the
people
could
not
have
known
what
route
I
intended
to
take
.
If
this
were
so
,
I
would
have
to
make
my
retreat
across
country
away
from
any
road
;
but
how
could
I
do
that
in
view
of
the
marshy
and
creek-riddled
nature
of
all
the
surrounding
region
?
For
a
moment
my
brain
reeled
--
both
from
sheer
hopelessness
and
from
a
rapid
increase
in
the
omnipresent
fishy
odour
.
