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"
But
the
shot
seemed
still
ringing
in
my
ears
--
even
louder
than
I
had
heard
it
while
half
asleep
!
"
It
appeared
,
too
,
to
be
in
the
direction
in
which
Henry
Poindexter
had
gone
.
"
Fancy
or
no
fancy
,
I
could
not
help
connecting
it
with
him
;
nor
yet
resist
the
temptation
to
go
back
that
way
and
seek
for
an
explanation
of
it
.
"
I
did
not
go
far
till
I
found
it
.
Oh
,
Heavens
!
What
a
sight
!
"
I
saw
--
"
"
The
Headless
Horseman
!
"
exclaims
a
voice
from
the
outer
circle
of
the
spectators
,
causing
one
and
all
to
turn
suddenly
in
that
direction
.
"
The
Headless
Horseman
!
"
respond
fifty
others
,
in
a
simultaneous
shout
.
Is
it
mockery
,
this
seeming
contempt
of
court
?
There
is
no
one
who
takes
it
in
this
sense
;
for
by
this
time
every
individual
in
the
assemblage
has
become
acquainted
with
the
cause
of
the
interruption
.
It
is
the
Headless
Horseman
himself
seen
out
upon
the
open
plain
,
in
all
his
fearful
shape
!
"
Yonder
he
goes
--
yonder
!
yonder
!
"
