Famous Modern Ghost Stories eBook

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I crawled stealthily into my blankets.  My companion, to all appearances, still slept soundly, and I was glad that this was so.  Provided my experiences were not corroborated, I could find strength somehow to deny them, perhaps.  With the daylight I could persuade myself that it was all a subjective hallucination, a fantasy of the night, a projection of the excited imagination.

Nothing further came to disturb me, and I fell asleep almost at once, utterly exhausted, yet still in dread of hearing again that weird sound of multitudinous pattering, or of feeling the pressure upon my heart that had made it difficult to breathe.

IV

The sun was high in the heavens when my companion woke me from a heavy sleep and announced that the porridge was cooked and there was just time to bathe.  The grateful smell of frizzling bacon entered the tent door.

“River still rising,” he said, “and several islands out in midstream have disappeared altogether.  Our own island’s much smaller.”

“Any wood left?” I asked sleepily.

“The wood and the island will finish to-morrow in a dead heat,” he laughed, “but there’s enough to last us till then.”

I plunged in from the point of the island, which had indeed altered a lot in size and shape during the night, and was swept down in a moment to the landing place opposite the tent.  The water was icy, and the banks flew by like the country from an express train.  Bathing under such conditions was an exhilarating operation, and the terror of the night seemed cleansed out of me by a process of evaporation in the brain.  The sun was blazing hot; not a cloud showed itself anywhere; the wind, however, had not abated one little jot.

Quite suddenly then the implied meaning of the Swede’s words flashed across me, showing that he no longer wished to leave posthaste, and had changed his mind.  “Enough to last till to-morrow”—­he assumed we should stay on the island another night.  It struck me as odd.  The night before he was so positive the other way.  How had the change come about?

Great crumblings of the banks occurred at breakfast, with heavy splashings and clouds of spray which the wind brought into our frying-pan, and my fellow-traveler talked incessantly about the difficulty the Vienna-Pesth steamers must have to find the channel in flood.  But the state of his mind interested and impressed me far more than the state of the river or the difficulties of the steamers.  He had changed somehow since the evening before.  His manner was different—­a trifle excited, a trifle shy, with a sort of suspicion about his voice and gestures.  I hardly know how to describe it now in cold blood, but at the time I remember being quite certain of one thing, viz., that he had become frightened!

He ate very little breakfast, and for once omitted to smoke his pipe.  He had the map spread open beside him, and kept studying its markings.

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