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And
now
more
earnestly
than
ever
did
his
rider
urge
him
on
;
for
the
pursued
,
no
longer
keeping
to
the
path
,
was
heading
direct
for
the
thicket
.
The
chase
might
there
terminate
,
without
the
chased
animal
being
either
killed
or
captured
.
Hitherto
Calhoun
had
only
been
thinking
of
a
trial
of
speed
.
He
had
not
anticipated
such
an
ending
,
as
was
now
both
possible
and
probable
;
and
with
a
more
reckless
resolve
,
he
once
more
raised
his
rifle
for
the
shot
.
By
this
time
both
were
close
in
to
the
bushes
--
the
Headless
Horseman
already
half-screened
by
the
leafy
branches
that
swept
swishing
along
his
sides
.
Only
the
hips
of
his
horse
could
be
aimed
at
;
and
upon
these
was
the
gun
levelled
.
The
sulphureous
smoke
spurted
forth
from
its
muzzle
;
the
crack
was
heard
simultaneously
;
and
,
as
if
caused
by
the
discharge
,
a
dark
object
came
whirling
through
the
cloud
,
and
fell
with
a
dull
"
thud
"
upon
the
turf
.
With
a
bound
and
a
roll
--
that
brought
it
among
the
feet
of
Calhoun
's
horse
--
it
became
stationary
.
Stationary
,
but
not
still
.
It
continued
to
oscillate
from
side
to
side
,
like
a
top
before
ceasing
to
spin
.
The
grey
steed
snorted
,
and
reared
back
.
His
rider
uttered
a
cry
of
intensified
alarm
.
And
no
wonder
.
If
read
in
Shakespearean
lore
,
he
might
have
appropriately
repeated
the
words
"
Shake
not
those
gory
locks
"
:
for
,
on
the
ground
beneath
,
was
the
head
of
a
man
--
still
sticking
in
its
hat
--
whose
stiff
orbicular
brim
hindered
it
from
staying
still
.
The
face
was
toward
Calhoun
--
upturned
at
just
such
an
angle
as
to
bring
it
full
before
him
The
features
were
bloodstained
,
wan
,
and
shrivelled
;
the
eyes
open
,
but
cold
and
dim
,
like
balls
of
blown
glass
;
the
teeth
gleaming
white
between
livid
lips
,
yet
seemingly
set
in
an
expression
of
careless
contentment
.
