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He
would
have
retreated
;
but
,
for
a
time
,
he
felt
absolutely
unable
to
rise
to
his
feet
;
and
he
remained
kneeling
,
in
a
sort
of
stupefied
terror
--
watching
the
weird
form
till
it
receded
out
of
sight
far
off
over
the
moonlit
plain
.
Not
till
then
did
he
recover
sufficient
courage
,
to
enable
him
to
glide
back
down
the
gorge
,
and
on
towards
the
jacalé
.
And
not
till
he
was
under
its
roof
,
did
he
feel
sufficiently
himself
,
to
reflect
with
any
calmness
on
the
odd
encounter
that
had
occurred
to
him
.
It
was
some
time
before
his
mind
became
disabused
of
the
idea
that
he
had
been
dealing
with
the
devil
.
Reflection
,
however
,
convinced
him
of
the
improbability
of
this
;
though
it
gave
him
no
clue
as
to
what
the
thing
really
was
.
"
Shurly
,
"
muttered
he
,
his
conjectural
form
of
speech
showing
that
he
was
still
undecided
,
"
Shurly
arter
all
it
ca
n't
be
a
thing
o
'
the
tother
world
--
else
I
ked
n't
a
heern
the
cothug
o
'
my
bullet
?
Sartin
the
lead
struck
agin
somethin'
solid
;
an
I
reck
'n
thur
's
nothin
'
solid
in
the
karkidge
o
'
a
ghost
?
"
"
Wagh
!
"
he
concluded
,
apparently
resigning
the
attempt
to
obtain
a
solution
of
the
strange
physical
phenomenon
.
"
Let
the
durned
thing
slide
!
One
o
'
two
things
it
air
boun
'
to
be
:
eyther
a
bunnel
o
'
rags
,
or
ole
Harry
from
hell
?
"
As
he
re-entered
the
hut
,
the
blue
light
of
morning
stole
in
along
with
him
.
It
was
time
to
awaken
Phelim
,
that
he
might
take
his
turn
by
the
bedside
of
the
invalid
.
The
Connemara
man
,
now
thoroughly
restored
to
sobriety
,
and
under
the
impression
of
having
been
a
little
derelict
in
his
duty
,
was
ready
to
undertake
the
task
.
The
old
hunter
,
before
consigning
his
charge
to
the
care
of
his
unskilled
successor
,
made
a
fresh
dressing
of
the
scratches
--
availing
himself
of
the
knowledge
that
a
long
experience
had
given
him
in
the
pharmacopoeia
of
the
forest
.
The
nopal
was
near
;
and
its
juice
inspissated
into
the
fresh
wounds
would
not
fail
to
effect
their
speedy
cure
.
