control my forefinger, which was acting automatically. The act was
spontaneous. I did not shoot with the desire to hit anybody. None of the
bullets passed through the window, as I discovered the next morning.
Following the reports was the sound of some one running, accompanied by
a second whirring rattle. Could that thing see in the dark? Was it
preparing to leap upon me? When the rattling ceased this time I knew it
would spring. Dashing the cover from me I threw myself toward the foot
of the bed, a clammy perspiration bursting out upon me as I did so. I
reached the floor. As I stretched a shaking hand toward the spot where I
knew the table was, to my ears came the evil sound of the impact of the
reptile's body against the edge of the cot, and its subsequent fall to
the planks beneath. In the stark stillness followed the sibilant sliding
of fold over fold as the monster coiled afresh--whispers of a hideous
doom. My palsied fingers touched the table, and presently I was on top
of it, crouching among my books and manuscripts, feeling feebly for the
lamp and the matches. Before I could make a light it sprang again, again
failed to surmount the cot, and dropped back. Four matches broke in my
clumsy grip, but the fifth struck. I got the lamp alight before I
turned. The sight was awesome enough, but far better the visible menace
than the death-dealing thing which moved in darkness. It was coiled
there, just at the edge of my bed. Great, thick, fleshy, splotched folds
interwoven into a sinister spiral, from the center of which arose the
rattle-capped tail, now vibrating with the rapidity of an alarm bell. In
front was reared the repulsive head; flat, gem-eyed. When I looked upon
this world-old emblem of treachery and guile, my normal being became
reëstablished with a suddenness almost amounting to a wrench. Now that I
saw, and knew; now that my brain could comprehend the exact situation,
and handle it, I became a man once more. But I would offer no apology
for my conduct the few preceding minutes. If it appears contemptible, it
must remain so. But I was never nearer dead from plain, simple fright
than I was during that time.
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