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No
one
did
.
The
eyes
of
all
were
turned
in
the
same
direction
,
their
gaze
intently
fixed
on
what
was
either
a
horseman
without
the
head
,
or
the
best
counterfeit
that
could
have
been
contrived
.
Was
it
this
?
If
not
,
what
was
it
?
These
interrogatories
passed
simultaneously
through
the
minds
of
all
.
As
no
one
could
answer
them
,
even
to
himself
,
no
answer
was
vouchsafed
.
Soldiers
and
civilians
sate
silent
in
their
saddles
--
each
expecting
an
explanation
,
which
the
other
was
unable
to
supply
.
There
could
be
heard
only
mutterings
,
expressive
of
surprise
and
terror
.
No
one
even
offered
a
conjecture
.
The
headless
horseman
,
whether
phantom
or
real
,
when
first
seen
,
was
about
entering
the
avenue
--
near
the
debouchure
of
which
the
searchers
had
arrived
.
Had
he
continued
his
course
,
he
must
have
met
them
in
the
teeth
--
supposing
their
courage
to
have
been
equal
to
the
encounter
.
As
it
was
,
he
had
halted
at
the
same
instant
as
themselves
;
and
stood
regarding
them
with
a
mistrust
that
may
have
been
mutual
.
There
was
an
interval
of
silence
on
both
sides
,
during
which
a
cigar
stump
might
have
been
heard
falling
upon
the
sward
.
It
was
then
the
strange
apparition
was
most
closely
scrutinised
by
those
who
had
the
courage
:
for
the
majority
of
the
men
sate
shivering
in
their
stirrups
--
through
sheer
terror
,
incapable
even
of
thought
!
The
few
who
dared
face
the
mystery
,
with
any
thought
of
accounting
for
it
,
were
baffled
in
their
investigation
by
the
glare
of
the
setting
sun
.
They
could
only
see
that
there
was
a
horse
of
large
size
and
noble
shape
,
with
a
man
upon
his
back
.
The
figure
of
the
man
was
less
easily
determined
,
on
account
of
the
limbs
being
inserted
into
overalls
,
while
his
shoulders
were
enveloped
in
an
ample
cloak-like
covering
.
What
signified
his
shape
,
so
long
as
it
wanted
that
portion
most
essential
to
existence
?
A
man
without
a
head
--
on
horseback
,
sitting
erect
in
the
saddle
,
in
an
attitude
of
ease
and
grace
--
with
spurs
sparkling
upon
his
heels
--
the
bridle-rein
held
in
one
hand
--
the
other
where
it
should
be
,
resting
lightly
upon
his
thigh
!
