Then I Heard the Muttered, SACRA, Which Marked the Dreadful Chase

I slipped down the bank and took to the water. I struck out ahead, so as to gain the current by clearing the backwater of the island. There went my light brown hat, floating merrily away. This behind it came a rickety old boat, driven furiously by a pair of oars. Had I not seen that dreadful axe disappear in the water, I did not think that I could have won the shore. A few more strokes and I would be on the shore,. but I felt the oncoming of the boat and expected each second to feel the crash of an ore or other weapon on my head. The first sound I had heard from human lips during all this dreadful

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