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Then
I
thought
of
the
abandoned
railway
to
Rowley
,
whose
solid
line
of
ballasted
,
weed-grown
earth
still
stretched
off
to
the
northwest
from
the
crumbling
station
on
the
edge
at
the
river-gorge
.
There
was
just
a
chance
that
the
townsfolk
would
not
think
of
that
;
since
its
briar-choked
desertion
made
it
half-impassable
,
and
the
unlikeliest
of
all
avenues
for
a
fugitive
to
choose
.
I
had
seen
it
clearly
from
my
hotel
window
and
knew
about
how
it
lay
.
Most
of
its
earlier
length
was
uncomfortably
visible
from
the
Rowley
road
,
and
from
high
places
in
the
town
itself
;
but
one
could
perhaps
crawl
inconspicuously
through
the
undergrowth
.
At
any
rate
,
it
would
form
my
only
chance
of
deliverance
,
and
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
try
it
.
Drawing
inside
the
hall
of
my
deserted
shelter
,
I
once
more
consulted
the
grocery
boy
's
map
with
the
aid
of
the
flashlight
.
The
immediate
problem
was
how
to
reach
the
ancient
railway
;
and
I
now
saw
that
the
safest
course
was
ahead
to
Babson
Street
;
then
west
to
Lafayette
--
there
edging
around
but
not
crossing
an
open
space
homologous
to
the
one
I
had
traversed
--
and
subsequently
back
northward
and
westward
in
a
zigzagging
line
through
Lafayette
,
Bates
,
Adam
,
and
Bank
streets
--
the
latter
skirting
the
river
gorge
--
to
the
abandoned
and
dilapidated
station
I
had
seen
from
my
window
.
My
reason
for
going
ahead
to
Babson
was
that
I
wished
neither
to
recross
the
earlier
open
space
nor
to
begin
my
westward
course
along
a
cross
street
as
broad
as
South
.
Starting
once
more
,
I
crossed
the
street
to
the
right-hand
side
in
order
to
edge
around
into
Babson
as
inconspicuously
as
possible
.
Noises
still
continued
in
Federal
Street
,
and
as
I
glanced
behind
me
I
thought
I
saw
a
gleam
of
light
near
the
building
through
which
I
had
escaped
.
Anxious
to
leave
Washington
Street
,
I
broke
into
a
quiet
dogtrot
,
trusting
to
luck
not
to
encounter
any
observing
eye
.
Next
the
corner
of
Babson
Street
I
saw
to
my
alarm
that
one
of
the
houses
was
still
inhabited
,
as
attested
by
curtains
at
the
window
;
but
there
were
no
lights
within
,
and
I
passed
it
without
disaster
.
In
Babson
Street
,
which
crossed
Federal
and
might
thus
reveal
me
to
the
searchers
,
I
clung
as
closely
as
possible
to
the
sagging
,
uneven
buildings
;
twice
pausing
in
a
doorway
as
the
noises
behind
me
momentarily
increased
.
The
open
space
ahead
shone
wide
and
desolate
under
the
moon
,
but
my
route
would
not
force
me
to
cross
it
.
During
my
second
pause
I
began
to
detect
a
fresh
distribution
of
vague
sounds
;
and
upon
looking
cautiously
out
from
cover
beheld
a
motor
car
darting
across
the
open
space
,
bound
outward
along
Eliot
Street
,
which
there
intersects
both
Babson
and
Lafayette
.
As
I
watched
--
choked
by
a
sudden
rise
in
the
fishy
odour
after
a
short
abatement
--
I
saw
a
band
of
uncouth
,
crouching
shapes
loping
and
shambling
in
the
same
direction
;
and
knew
that
this
must
be
the
party
guarding
the
Ipswich
road
,
since
that
highway
forms
an
extension
of
Eliot
Street
.
Two
of
the
figures
I
glimpsed
were
in
voluminous
robes
,
and
one
wore
a
peaked
diadem
which
glistened
whitely
in
the
moonlight
.
The
gait
of
this
figure
was
so
odd
that
it
sent
a
chill
through
me
--
for
it
seemed
to
me
the
creature
was
almost
hopping
.
When
the
last
of
the
band
was
out
of
sight
I
resumed
my
progress
;
darting
around
the
corner
into
Lafayette
Street
,
and
crossing
Eliot
very
hurriedly
lest
stragglers
of
the
party
be
still
advancing
along
that
thoroughfare
.
I
did
hear
some
croaking
and
clattering
sounds
far
off
toward
Town
Square
,
but
accomplished
the
passage
without
disaster
.
My
greatest
dread
was
in
re-crossing
broad
and
moonlit
South
Street
--
with
its
seaward
view
--
and
I
had
to
nerve
myself
for
the
ordeal
.
Someone
might
easily
be
looking
,
and
possible
Eliot
Street
stragglers
could
not
fail
to
glimpse
me
from
either
of
two
points
.
At
the
last
moment
I
decided
I
had
better
slacken
my
trot
and
make
the
crossing
as
before
in
the
shambling
gait
of
an
average
Innsmouth
native
.
When
the
view
of
the
water
again
opened
out
--
this
time
on
my
right
--
I
was
half-determined
not
to
look
at
it
at
all
.
I
could
not
however
,
resist
;
but
cast
a
sidelong
glance
as
I
carefully
and
imitatively
shambled
toward
the
protecting
shadows
ahead
.
There
was
no
ship
visible
,
as
I
had
half-expected
there
would
be
.
Instead
,
the
first
thing
which
caught
my
eye
was
a
small
rowboat
pulling
in
toward
the
abandoned
wharves
and
laden
with
some
bulky
,
tarpaulin-covered
object
.
Its
rowers
,
though
distantly
and
indistinctly
seen
,
were
of
an
especially
repellent
aspect
.
Several
swimmers
were
still
discernible
;
while
on
the
far
black
reef
I
could
see
a
faint
,
steady
glow
unlike
the
winking
beacon
visible
before
,
and
of
a
curious
colour
which
I
could
not
precisely
identify
.
Above
the
slant
roofs
ahead
and
to
the
right
there
loomed
the
tall
cupola
of
the
Gilman
House
,
but
it
was
completely
dark
.
The
fishy
odour
,
dispelled
for
a
moment
by
some
merciful
breeze
,
now
closed
in
again
with
maddening
intensity
.
I
had
not
quite
crossed
the
street
when
I
heard
a
muttering
band
advancing
along
Washington
from
the
north
.
As
they
reached
the
broad
open
space
where
I
had
had
my
first
disquieting
glimpse
of
the
moonlit
water
I
could
see
them
plainly
only
a
block
away
--
and
was
horrified
by
the
bestial
abnormality
of
their
faces
and
the
doglike
sub-humanness
of
their
crouching
gait
.
One
man
moved
in
a
positively
simian
way
,
with
long
arms
frequently
touching
the
ground
;
while
another
figure
--
robed
and
tiaraed
--
seemed
to
progress
in
an
almost
hopping
fashion
.
