No sound, and yet the murderer must be there. Ay, there was the tinkle of a dislodged stone; and again, the tread of stealthy feet.
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The Killer was moving; alarmed; was off.
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He rose to his full height; gathered himself, and leapt.
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Something collided with him as he sprang; something wrestled madly with him; something wrenched from beneath him; and in a clap he heard the thud of a body striking ground far below, and the slithering and splattering of some creature speeding furiously down the hill-side and away.
"What the devil?" screamed a little voice.
And there they were still struggling over the body of a dead sheep.
In a second they had disengaged and rushed to the edge of the Fall. In the quiet they could still hear the scrambling hurry of the fugitive far below them. Nothing was to be seen, however, save an array of startled sheep on the hill-side, mute witnesses of the murderer's escape.
The two men turned and eyed each other; the one grim, the other sardonic: both dishevelled and suspicious.
