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There
was
a
glade
where
the
moon-beams
fell
upon
the
grass
.
It
was
just
outside
the
shadow
of
the
cypress
.
To
reach
the
horses
they
had
to
cross
it
;
and
,
as
they
did
so
,
the
vermilion
upon
their
naked
skins
flashed
red
under
the
moonlight
.
Phelim
identified
the
four
gentlemen
who
had
made
so
free
with
the
hospitality
of
the
hut
.
He
kept
his
place
till
they
had
mounted
,
and
rode
off
--
till
he
could
tell
by
the
tramp
of
their
horses
that
they
had
ascended
the
upper
plain
,
and
gone
off
in
a
gallop
--
as
men
who
were
not
likely
to
come
back
again
.
"
Does
n't
that
bate
Banagher
?
"
muttered
he
,
stepping
out
from
his
hiding-place
,
and
throwing
up
his
arms
in
astonishment
.
"
Be
japers
!
it
diz
.
Mother
av
Moses
!
fwhat
cyan
it
mane
anyhow
?
What
are
them
divvils
afther
?
An
fwhat
's
afther
them
?
Shure
somethin'
has
given
them
a
scare
--
that
's
plain
as
a
pikestaff
.
I
wondher
now
if
it
's
been
that
same
.
Be
me
sowl
it
's
jist
it
they
've
encounthered
.
I
heerd
the
hound
gowlin
,
an
did
n't
he
go
afther
it
.
O
Lard
!
what
cyan
it
be
?
May
be
it
'll
be
comin
'
this
way
in
purshoot
av
them
?
"
The
dread
of
again
beholding
the
unexplained
apparition
,
or
being
beheld
by
it
,
caused
him
to
shrink
once
more
under
the
shadow
of
the
tree
;
where
he
remained
for
some
time
longer
in
a
state
of
trembling
suspense
.
"
Afther
all
,
it
must
be
some
thrick
av
Masther
Maurice
.
Maybe
to
give
me
a
scare
;
an
comin
'
back
he
's
jist
been
in
time
to
frighten
off
these
ridskins
that
intinded
to
rub
an
beloike
to
murther
us
too
.
Sowl
!
I
hope
it
is
that
.
How
long
since
I
saw
it
first
?
Trath
!
it
must
be
some
considerable
time
.
I
remimber
having
four
full
naggins
,
an
that
's
all
gone
off
.
I
wondher
now
if
them
Indyins
has
come
acrass
av
the
dimmyjan
?
I
've
heerd
that
they
're
as
fond
of
the
crayther
as
if
their
skins
was
white
.
Sowl
!
if
they
've
smelt
the
jar
there
wo
n't
be
a
dhrap
in
it
by
this
time
.
I
'll
jist
slip
back
to
the
hut
an
see
.
If
thare
's
any
danger
now
it
wo
n't
be
from
them
.
By
that
tarin
'
gallop
,
I
cyan
tell
they
've
gone
for
good
.
"
Once
more
emerging
from
the
shadowy
stall
,
he
made
his
way
back
towards
the
jacalé
.
He
approached
it
with
caption
,
stopping
at
intervals
to
assure
himself
that
no
one
was
near
.
Notwithstanding
the
plausible
hypothesis
he
had
shaped
out
for
himself
,
he
was
still
in
dread
of
another
encounter
with
the
headless
horseman
--
who
twice
on
his
way
to
the
hut
might
now
be
inside
of
it
.
