Stump electronic books

"Joe, what was it?"
"Go back!" he said, hoarsely. "Go back!"
"I will not, until I have seen what you were carrying."
"Go back, boy: for God's sake go back!"
I wrenched myself from his grasp, and ran with all speed. Joe and
Tom followed me, but fear gave me fleetness. Behind I could hear
Joe's panting voice, crying, "Come back!" but the agony in his tone
set me running faster. I flew through the archway, and saw the small
procession half-way across the cove. At my shout they halted,
paused, and one or two advanced as if to stop me. But I dashed
through their hands into their midst, and saw--God in heaven!
What? The drowned face of my father!
Tenderly as women they lifted me from the body. Gently and with
tear-stained faces, they stood around and tried to comfort me.
Reverently, while Joe Roscorla held me in his arms behind, they took
up the corpse of him they had known and loved so well, and carried it
up the cliffs to Lantrig. As they lifted the latch and bore the body
across the threshold, a yell of maniac laughter echoed through the
house to the very roof.


Pages:
84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108