? ? ? ? As the writhing body of the black soared, as though by unearthly power, into the dense foliage of the forest, D'Arnot felt an icy shiver run along his spine, as though death had risen from a dark grave and laid a cold and clammy finger on his flesh.
? ? ? ? As D'Arnot watched the spot where the body had entered the tree he heard the sounds of movement there.
? ? ? ? The branches swayed as though under the weight of a man's body--there was a crash and the black came sprawling to earth again,--to lie very quietly where he had fallen.
? ? ? ? Immediately after him came a white body, but this one alighted erect.
? ? ? ? D'Arnot saw a clean-limbed young giant emerge from the shadows into the firelight and come quickly toward him.
? ? ? ? What could it mean? Who could it be? Some new creature of torture and destruction, doubtless.
? ? ? ? D'Arnot waited. His eyes never left the face of the advancing man.
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