Content
The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers eyed him distrustfully.
Riding close to him I reached down from the saddle, and grasping his cartridge belt drew him up across the withers of my mount.
No, I don't know--yes, to be sure, I seem to--_[Suddenly.]_ Yes!
There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination there is no horror.
