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I
judged
this
party
to
be
the
one
I
had
seen
in
the
Gilman
's
courtyard
--
the
one
,
therefore
,
most
closely
on
my
trail
.
As
some
of
the
figures
turned
to
look
in
my
direction
I
was
transfixed
with
fright
,
yet
managed
to
preserve
the
casual
,
shambling
gait
I
had
assumed
.
To
this
day
I
do
not
know
whether
they
saw
me
or
not
.
If
they
did
,
my
stratagem
must
have
deceived
them
,
for
they
passed
on
across
the
moonlit
space
without
varying
their
course
--
meanwhile
croaking
and
jabbering
in
some
hateful
guttural
patois
I
could
not
identify
.
Once
more
in
shadow
,
I
resumed
my
former
dog-trot
past
the
leaning
and
decrepit
houses
that
stared
blankly
into
the
night
.
Having
crossed
to
the
western
sidewalk
I
rounded
the
nearest
corner
into
Bates
Street
where
I
kept
close
to
the
buildings
on
the
southern
side
.
I
passed
two
houses
shewing
signs
of
habitation
,
one
of
which
had
faint
lights
in
upper
rooms
,
yet
met
with
no
obstacle
.
As
I
turned
into
Adams
Street
I
felt
measurably
safer
,
but
received
a
shook
when
a
man
reeled
out
of
a
black
doorway
directly
in
front
of
me
.
He
proved
,
however
,
too
hopelessly
drunk
to
be
a
menace
;
so
that
I
reached
the
dismal
ruins
of
the
Bank
Street
warehouses
in
safety
.
No
one
was
stirring
in
that
dead
street
beside
the
river-gorge
,
and
the
roar
of
the
waterfalls
quite
drowned
my
foot
steps
.
It
was
a
long
dog-trot
to
the
ruined
station
,
and
the
great
brick
warehouse
walls
around
me
seemed
somehow
more
terrifying
than
the
fronts
of
private
houses
.
At
last
I
saw
the
ancient
arcaded
station
--
or
what
was
left
of
it
--
and
made
directly
for
the
tracks
that
started
from
its
farther
end
.
The
rails
were
rusty
but
mainly
intact
,
and
not
more
than
half
the
ties
had
rotted
away
.
Walking
or
running
on
such
a
surface
was
very
difficult
;
but
I
did
my
best
,
and
on
the
whole
made
very
fair
time
.
For
some
distance
the
line
kept
on
along
the
gorge
's
brink
,
but
at
length
I
reached
the
long
covered
bridge
where
it
crossed
the
chasm
at
a
dizzying
height
.
The
condition
of
this
bridge
would
determine
my
next
step
.
If
humanly
possible
,
I
would
use
it
;
if
not
,
I
would
have
to
risk
more
street
wandering
and
take
the
nearest
intact
highway
bridge
.
The
vast
,
barnlike
length
of
the
old
bridge
gleamed
spectrally
in
the
moonlight
,
and
I
saw
that
the
ties
were
safe
for
at
least
a
few
feet
within
.
Entering
,
I
began
to
use
my
flashlight
,
and
was
almost
knocked
down
by
the
cloud
of
bats
that
flapped
past
me
.
About
half-way
across
there
was
a
perilous
gap
in
the
ties
which
I
feared
for
a
moment
would
halt
me
;
but
in
the
end
I
risked
a
desperate
jump
which
fortunately
succeeded
.
I
was
glad
to
see
the
moonlight
again
when
I
emerged
from
that
macabre
tunnel
.
The
old
tracks
crossed
River
Street
at
grade
,
and
at
once
veered
off
into
a
region
increasingly
rural
and
with
less
and
less
of
Innsmouth
's
abhorrent
fishy
odour
.
Here
the
dense
growth
of
weeds
and
briers
hindered
me
and
cruelly
tore
at
my
clothes
,
but
I
was
none
the
less
glad
that
they
were
there
to
give
me
concealment
in
case
of
peril
.
I
knew
that
much
of
my
route
must
be
visible
from
the
Rowley
road
.
The
marshy
region
began
very
abruptly
,
with
the
single
track
on
a
low
,
grassy
embankment
where
the
weedy
growth
was
somewhat
thinner
.
Then
came
a
sort
of
island
of
higher
ground
,
where
the
line
passed
through
a
shallow
open
cut
choked
with
bushes
and
brambles
.
I
was
very
glad
of
this
partial
shelter
,
since
at
this
point
the
Rowley
road
was
uncomfortably
near
according
to
my
window
view
.
At
the
end
of
the
cut
it
would
cross
the
track
and
swerve
off
to
a
safer
distance
;
but
meanwhile
I
must
be
exceedingly
careful
.
I
was
by
this
time
thankfully
certain
that
the
railway
itself
was
not
patrolled
.
Just
before
entering
the
cut
I
glanced
behind
me
,
but
saw
no
pursuer
.
The
ancient
spires
and
roofs
of
decaying
Innsmouth
gleamed
lovely
and
ethereal
in
the
magic
yellow
moonlight
,
and
I
thought
of
how
they
must
have
looked
in
the
old
days
before
the
shadow
fell
.
Then
,
as
my
gaze
circled
inland
from
the
town
,
something
less
tranquil
arrested
my
notice
and
held
me
immobile
for
a
second
.
