Американська трагедія

Chapter 8

           

           InthemeanwhileClydebynowonlythree-quartersofamileeast,andstillwhisperedtobysomethingwhichsaid:Run,run,donotlinger!yetlingering,andthinkingSONDRA,thiswonderfullife!Shouldhegoso?Andsayingtohimselfthathemightbemakingagreatermistakebygoingthanbystaying.Forsupposingthoseshotswerenothing—hunters,meregameshotsmeaningnothinginhiscase—andyetcostinghimall?Andyetturningatlastandsayingtohimselfthatperhapsitmightbebestnottoreturnatpresent,anyhowatleastnotuntilverylate—afterdark—toseeifthosestrangeshotshadmeantanything.

           Butthenagainpausingsilentlyanddubiously,thewhilevespersparrowsandwoodfinchessang.Andpeering.Andpeekingnervously.

           Andthenallatonce,notmorethanfiftyfeetdistant,outofthelong,tallaislesofthetreesbeforehim,awhiskered,woodsman-liketypeofmanapproachingswiftly,yetsilently—atall,bony,sharp-eyedmaninabrownfelthatandabrownish-graybaggyandfadedsuitthathunglooselyoverhissparebody.Andassuddenlycallingashecame—whichcausedClyde’sbloodtoruncoldwithfearandrivethimtothespot.

           "Holdonamoment,mister!Don’tmove.

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