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It
was
.
By
one
pair
;
and
they
belonging
to
the
only
man
in
all
Texas
who
had
arrived
at
something
like
a
comprehension
of
the
all-perplexing
mystery
.
It
was
not
yet
altogether
clear
to
him
.
There
were
points
that
still
puzzled
him
.
He
but
know
it
was
neither
a
dummy
,
nor
the
Devil
.
His
knowledge
did
not
except
him
from
the
universal
feeling
of
dread
.
Despite
the
understanding
of
what
the
thing
was
,
he
shuddered
as
he
gazed
upon
it
.
He
gazed
upon
it
from
the
"
shore
"
of
the
prairie-island
;
himself
unseen
under
its
shadows
,
and
apparently
endeavouring
to
remain
so
.
And
yet
,
with
all
his
trembling
and
the
desire
to
keep
concealed
,
he
was
following
it
round
and
round
,
on
the
circumference
of
an
inner
circle
,
as
if
some
magnetic
power
was
constraining
him
to
keep
on
the
same
radius
,
of
which
the
point
occupied
by
the
Headless
Horseman
was
a
prolongation
!
More
than
this
.
He
had
seen
the
latter
before
entering
the
island
.
He
had
seen
him
far
off
,
and
might
easily
have
shunned
him
.
But
instead
of
doing
so
,
he
had
immediately
commenced
making
approach
towards
him
!
He
had
continued
it
--
using
the
timber
as
a
screen
,
and
acting
as
one
who
stalks
the
timid
stag
,
with
the
difference
of
a
heart-dread
which
no
deer-stalker
could
ever
know
.
He
had
continued
it
;
until
the
shelter
of
the
motte
gave
him
a
momentary
respite
,
not
from
fear
,
but
the
apprehension
of
a
failure
.
