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While
performing
the
wheel
,
Phelim
saw
--
or
fancied
he
saw
--
that
,
which
not
only
astounded
him
,
but
caused
the
blood
to
run
chill
through
his
veins
,
and
his
frame
to
tremble
to
the
very
tips
of
his
toes
.
It
was
a
head
--
that
of
the
man
on
horseback
;
but
,
instead
of
being
in
its
proper
place
,
upon
his
shoulders
,
it
was
held
in
the
rider
's
hand
,
just
behind
the
pommel
of
the
saddle
!
As
the
horse
turned
side
towards
him
,
Phelim
saw
,
or
fancied
he
saw
,
the
face
--
ghastly
and
covered
with
gore
--
half
hidden
behind
the
shaggy
hair
of
the
holster
!
He
saw
no
more
.
In
another
instant
his
back
was
turned
towards
the
plain
;
and
,
in
another
,
he
was
rushing
down
the
ravine
,
as
fast
as
his
enfeebled
limbs
would
carry
him
!
With
his
flame-coloured
curls
bristling
upward
--
almost
raising
the
hat
from
his
head
--
the
Galwegian
continued
his
retreat
--
pausing
not
--
scarce
looking
back
,
till
he
had
re-entered
the
jacalé
,
closed
the
skin
door
behind
him
,
and
barricaded
it
with
several
large
packages
that
lay
near
.
Even
then
he
did
not
feel
secure
.
What
protection
could
there
be
in
a
shut
door
,
barred
and
bolted
besides
,
against
that
which
was
not
earthly
?
And
surely
what
he
had
seen
was
not
of
the
earth
--
not
of
this
world
!
Who
on
earth
had
ever
witnessed
such
a
spectacle
--
a
man
mounted
upon
horseback
,
and
carrying
his
head
in
his
hand
?
Who
had
ever
heard
of
a
phenomenon
so
unnatural
?
Certainly
not
"
Phaylim
Onale
.
"
His
horror
still
continuing
,
he
rushed
to
and
fro
across
the
floor
of
the
hut
;
now
dropping
down
upon
the
stool
,
anon
rising
up
,
and
gliding
to
the
door
;
but
without
daring
either
to
open
it
,
or
look
out
through
the
chinks
.
At
intervals
he
tore
the
hair
out
of
his
head
,
striking
his
clenched
hand
against
his
temples
,
and
roughly
rubbing
his
eyes
--
as
if
to
make
sure
that
he
was
not
asleep
,
but
had
really
seen
the
shape
that
was
horrifying
him
.
One
thing
alone
gave
him
a
moiety
of
comfort
;
though
it
was
of
the
slightest
.
While
retreating
down
the
ravine
,
before
his
head
had
sunk
below
the
level
of
the
plain
,
he
had
given
a
glance
backward
.
He
had
derived
some
gratification
from
that
glance
;
as
it
showed
the
headless
rider
afar
off
on
the
prairie
,
and
with
back
turned
toward
the
Alamo
,
going
on
at
a
gallop
.
