? ? ? ? The dancers halted as though turned to stone.
? ? ? ? The rope sped with singing whir high above the heads of the blacks. It was quite invisible in the flaring lights of the camp fires.
? ? ? ? D'Arnot opened his eyes. A huge black, standing directly before him, lunged backward as though felled by an invisible hand.
? ? ? ? Struggling and shrieking, his body, rolling from side to side, moved quickly toward the shadows beneath the trees.
? ? ? ? The blacks, their eyes protruding in horror, watched spellbound.
? ? ? ? Once beneath the trees, the body rose straight into the air, and as it disappeared into the foliage above, the terrified negroes, screaming with fright, broke into a mad race for the village gate.
? ? ? ? D'Arnot was left alone.
? ? ? ? He was a brave man, but he had felt the short hairs bristle upon the nape of his neck when that uncanny cry rose upon the air.
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