“Before I could get upon my feet and recover my gun, which seemed to have been struck from my hands, I heard Morgan crying out as if in mortal agony, and mingling with his cries were such hoarse, savage sounds as one hears from fighting dogs.  Inexpressibly terrified, I struggled to my feet and looked in the direction of Morgan’s retreat; and may Heaven in mercy spare me from another sight like that!  At a distance of less than thirty yards was my friend, down upon one knee, his head thrown back at a frightful angle, hatless, his long hair in disorder and his whole body in violent movement from side to side, backward and forward.  His right arm was lifted and seemed to lack the hand—­at least, I could see none.  The other arm was invisible.  At times, as my memory now reports this extraordinary scene, I could discern but a part of his body; it was as if he had been partly blotted out—­I cannot otherwise express it—­then a shifting of his position would bring it all into view again.

“All this must have occurred within a few seconds, yet in that time Morgan assumed all the postures of a determined wrestler vanquished by superior weight and strength.  I saw nothing but him, and him not always distinctly.  During the entire incident his shouts and curses were heard, as if through an enveloping uproar of such sounds of rage and fury as I had never heard from the throat of man or brute!

“For a moment only I stood irresolute, then throwing down my gun I ran forward to my friend’s assistance.  I had a vague belief that he was suffering from a fit, or some form of convulsion.  Before I could reach his side he was down and quiet.  All sounds had ceased, but with a feeling of such terror as even these awful events had not inspired I now saw again the mysterious movement of the wild oats, prolonging itself from the trampled area about the prostrate man toward the edge of a wood.  It was only when it had reached the wood that I was able to withdraw my eyes and look at my companion.  He was dead.”

III—­A MAN THOUGH NAKED MAY BE IN RAGS

The coroner rose from his seat and stood beside the dead man.  Lifting an edge of the sheet he pulled it away, exposing the entire body, altogether naked and showing in the candle-light a claylike yellow.  It had, however, broad maculations of bluish black, obviously caused by extravasated blood from contusions.  The chest and sides looked as if they had been beaten with a bludgeon.  There were dreadful lacerations; the skin was torn in strips and shreds.