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There
was
nothing
to
alarm
him
at
first
entry
.
Twigs
crackled
under
his
feet
,
logs
tripped
him
,
funguses
on
stumps
resembled
caricatures
,
and
startled
him
for
the
moment
by
their
likeness
to
something
familiar
and
far
away
;
but
that
was
all
fun
,
and
exciting
.
It
led
him
on
,
and
he
penetrated
to
where
the
light
was
less
,
and
trees
crouched
nearer
and
nearer
,
and
holes
made
ugly
mouths
at
him
on
either
side
.
Everything
was
very
still
now
.
The
dusk
advanced
on
him
steadily
,
rapidly
,
gathering
in
behind
and
before
;
and
the
light
seemed
to
be
draining
away
like
flood-water
.
Then
the
faces
began
.
It
was
over
his
shoulder
,
and
indistinctly
,
that
he
first
thought
he
saw
a
face
,
a
little
,
evil
,
wedge-shaped
face
,
looking
out
at
him
from
a
hole
.
When
he
turned
and
confronted
it
,
the
thing
had
vanished
.
He
quickened
his
pace
,
telling
himself
cheerfully
not
to
begin
imagining
things
or
there
would
be
simply
no
end
to
it
.
He
passed
another
hole
,
and
another
,
and
another
;
and
then
--
yes
!
--
no
!
--
yes
!
certainly
a
little
,
narrow
face
,
with
hard
eyes
,
had
flashed
up
for
an
instant
from
a
hole
,
and
was
gone
.
He
hesitated
--
braced
himself
up
for
an
effort
and
strode
on
.
Then
suddenly
,
and
as
if
it
had
been
so
all
the
time
,
every
hole
,
far
and
near
,
and
there
were
hundreds
of
them
,
seemed
to
possess
its
face
,
coming
and
going
rapidly
,
all
fixing
on
him
glances
of
malice
and
hatred
:
all
hard-eyed
and
evil
and
sharp
.
If
he
could
only
get
away
from
the
holes
in
the
banks
,
he
thought
,
there
would
be
no
more
faces
.
He
swung
off
the
path
and
plunged
into
the
untrodden
places
of
the
wood
.
Then
the
whistling
began
.
Very
faint
and
shrill
it
was
,
and
far
behind
him
,
when
first
he
heard
it
;
but
somehow
it
made
him
hurry
forward
.
Then
,
still
very
faint
and
shrill
,
it
sounded
far
ahead
of
him
,
and
made
him
hesitate
and
want
to
go
back
.
As
he
halted
in
indecision
it
broke
out
on
either
side
,
and
seemed
to
be
caught
up
and
passed
on
throughout
the
whole
length
of
the
wood
to
its
farthest
limit
.
They
were
up
and
alert
and
ready
,
evidently
,
whoever
they
were
!
And
he
--
he
was
alone
,
and
unarmed
,
and
far
from
any
help
;
and
the
night
was
closing
in
.
Then
the
pattering
began
.
