Then he said, ‘How can we catch him?  He must be taken alive and unhurt.’

I said that we must trust in Providence, and go out softly with polo-sticks into the shrubbery at the front of the house.  The man or animal that made the cry was evidently moving round the house as regularly as a night-watchman.  We could wait in the bushes till he came by and knock him over.

Strickland accepted this suggestion, and we slipped out from a bath-room window into the front verandah and then across the carriage drive into the bushes.

In the moonlight we could see the leper coming round the corner of the house.  He was perfectly naked, and from time to time he mewed and stopped to dance with his shadow.  It was an unattractive sight, and thinking of poor Fleete, brought to such degradation by so foul a creature, I put away all my doubts and resolved to help Strickland from the heated gun-barrels to the loop of twine-from the loins to the head and back again—–­with all tortures that might be needful.

The leper halted in the front porch for a moment and we jumped out on him with the sticks.  He was wonderfully strong, and we were afraid that he might escape or be fatally injured before we caught him.  We had an idea that lepers were frail creatures, but this proved to be incorrect.  Strickland knocked his legs from under him and I put my foot on his neck.  He mewed hideously, and even through my riding-boots I could feel that his flesh was not the flesh of a clean man.

He struck at us with his hand and feet-stumps.  We looped the lash of a dog-whip round him, under the armpits, and dragged him backwards into the hall and so into the dining-room where the beast lay.  There we tied him with trunk-straps.  He made no attempt to escape, but mewed.

When we confronted him with the beast the scene was beyond description.  The beast doubled backwards into a bow as though he had been poisoned with strychnine, and moaned in the most pitiable fashion.  Several other things happened also, but they cannot be put down here.

‘I think I was right,’ said Strickland.  ’Now we will ask him to cure this case.’

But the leper only mewed.  Strickland wrapped a towel round his hand and took the gun-barrels out of the fire.  I put the half of the broken walking stick through the loop of fishing-line and buckled the leper comfortably to Strickland’s bedstead.  I understood then how men and women and little children can endure to see a witch burnt alive; for the beast was moaning on the floor, and though the Silver Man had no face, you could see horrible feelings passing through the slab that took its place, exactly as waves of heat play across red-hot iron—­gun-barrels for instance.

Strickland shaded his eyes with his hands for a moment and we got to work.  This part is not to be printed.

The dawn was beginning to break when the leper spoke.  His mewings had not been satisfactory up to that point.  The beast had fainted from exhaustion and the house was very still.  We unstrapped the leper and told him to take away the evil spirit.  He crawled to the beast and laid his hand upon the left breast.  That was all.  Then he fell face down and whined, drawing in his breath as he did so.