The Interlopers
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- The meeting in the woods
- the fallen tree
- the fang tooth monster
- The two enemies stood glaring at one another for a long silent moment. Each had a rifle in his hand, each had hate in his heart and murder uppermost in his mind.
- Ulrich von Gradwitz found himself stretched on the ground, one arm numb beneath him and the other held almost as helplessly in a tight tangle of forked branches, while both legs were pinned beneath the fallen mass. His heavy shooting-boots had saved his feet from being crushed to pieces, but if his fractures were not as serious as they might have been, at least it was evident that he could not move from his present position till some one came to release him. The descending twig had slashed the skin of his face, and he had to wink away some drops of blood from his eyelashes before he could take in a general view of the disaster. At his side, so near that under ordinary circumstances he could almost have touched him, lay Georg Znaeym, alive and struggling, but obviously as helplessly pinioned down as himself. All round them lay a thick- strewn wreckage of splintered branches and broken twigs.
- They hear us! They've stopped. Now they see us. They're running down the hill towards us, cried Ulrich.How many of them are there? asked Georg.I can't see distinctly, said Ulrich; nine or ten,Then they are yours, said Georg; I had only seven out with me.They are making all the speed they can, brave lads, said Ulrich gladly.Are they your men? asked Georg. Are they your men? he repeated impatiently as Ulrich did not answer.No, said Ulrich with a laugh, the idiotic chattering laugh of a man unstrung with hideous fear.Who are they? asked Georg quickly, straining his eyes to see what the other would gladly not have seen.Wolves.
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