D'Ri and I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 257 pages of information about D'Ri and I.

D'Ri and I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 257 pages of information about D'Ri and I.
door and one after another entering and crossing the bare floor on tiptoe.  Hundreds were coming in, it seemed to me.  Suddenly a deep silence fell in that dark place of evil.  The blindfold went whisking off my head as if a ghostly hand had taken it.  But all around me was the darkness of the pit.  I could see and I could hear nothing but a faint whisper, high above me, like that of pine boughs moving softly in a light breeze.  I could feel the air upon my face.  I thought I must have been moved out of doors by some magic.  It seemed as if I were sitting under trees alone.  Out of the black silence an icy hand fell suddenly upon my brow.  I flinched, feeling it move slowly downward over my shoulder.  I could hear no breathing, no rustle of garments near me.  In that dead silence I got a feeling that the hand touching me had no body behind it.  I was beyond the reach of fear—­I was in a way prepared for anything but the deep, heart-shaking horror that sank under the cold, damp touch of those fingers.  They laid hold of my elbow firmly, lifting as if to indicate that I was to rise.  I did so, moving forward passively as it drew me on.  To my astonishment I was unable to hear my own footfall or that of my conductor.  I thought we were walking upon soft earth.  Crossing our path in front of me I could see, in the darkness, a gleaming line.  We moved slowly, standing still as our toes covered it.  Then suddenly a light flashed from before and below us.  A cold sweat came out upon me; I staggered back to strong hands that were laid upon my shoulders, forcing me to the line again.  By that flash of light I could see that I was standing on the very brink of some black abyss—­indeed, my toes had crossed the edge of it.  The light came again, flickering and then settling into a steady glow.  The opening seemed to have a grassy bottom some ten feet below.  In front of me the soil bristled, on that lower level, with some black and pointed plant:  there was at least a score of them.  As I looked, I saw they were not plants, but a square of bayonets thrust, points up, in the ground.  A curse came out of my hot mouth, and then a dozen voices mocked it, going fainter, like a dying echo.  I heard a whisper in my ear.  A tall figure in a winding-sheet, its face covered, was leaning over me.

“To hesitate is to die,” it whispered.  “Courage may save you.”

Then a skeleton hand came out of the winding-sheet, pointing down at the square of bristling bayonets.  The figure put its mouth to my ear.

“Jump!” it whispered, and the bare bones of the dead fingers stirred impatiently.

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