"Get out of here, you devil!" I roared at it, and threw my club. Even
as I let go of it, I wished I had not. The bushes foiled my aim, and
the missile crashed among them and dropped to the mossy ground. The
creature fell craftily silent. Then I felt sudden panic and regret at
being left weaponless, and I retreated toward the fire.
"Susan," I said huskily, "give me another stick. Hurry!"
She did not move or stir, and I rummaged frantically among the heaped
dry branches for myself. Catching up the first piece of wood that would
serve, I turned to her with worried curiosity.
She was still seated upon the cloak-draped root, but she had drawn
herself tense, like a cat before a mouse-hole. Her head was thrust
forward, so far that her neck extended almost horizontally. Her dilated
eyes were turned in the direction from which the whining and crooning
had come. They had a strange clarity in them, as if they could pierce
the twigs and leaves and meet there an answering, understanding gaze.
"Susan!" I cried.
Still she gave no sign that she heard me, if hear me she did. She
leaned farther forward, as if ready to spring up and run. Once more the
unbeastly wail rose from the place where our watcher was lurking.
Susan's lips trembled. From them came slowly and softly, then louder, a
long-drawn answering howl.
"_Aoooooooooooooo! Aooooooooooooooooooo!_"
The stick almost fell from my hands. She rose, slowly but confidently.
Her shoulders hunched high, her arms hung forward as though they wanted
to reach to the ground. Again she howled:
"_Aoooooooooooooooooooo!_"
I saw that she was going to move across the clearing, toward the
trees--through the trees. My heart seemed to twist into a knot inside
me, but I could not let her do such a thing. I made a quick stride and
planted myself before her.
"Susan, you mustn't!"
She shrank back, her face turning slowly up to mine. Her back was to
the fire, yet light rose in her eyes, or perhaps behind them; a green
light, such as reflects in still forest pools from the moon. Her hands
lifted suddenly, as though to repel me. They were half closed and the
crooked fingers drawn stiff, like talons.
"Susan!" I coaxed her, yet again, and she made no answer but tried
to slip sidewise around me. I moved and headed her off, and she
growled--actually growled, like a savage dog.
With my free hand I clutched her shoulder. Under my fingers her flesh
was as taut as wire fabric. Then, suddenly, it relaxed into human
tissue again, and she was standing straight. Her eyes had lost their
weird light, they showed only dark and frightened.
"Talbot," she stammered. "Wh--what have I been doing?"
"Nothing, my dear," I comforted her. "It was nothing that we weren't
able to fight back."
From the woods behind me came a throttling yelp, as of some hungry
thing robbed of prey within its very grasp. Susan swayed, seemed about
to drop, and I caught her quickly in my arms. Holding her thus, I
turned my head and laughed over my shoulder.
"Another score against you!" I jeered at my enemy. "You didn't get her,
not with all your filthy enchantments!"
Susan was beginning to cry, and I half led, half carried her back to
the fireside. At my gesture she sat on her cloak again, as tractable as
a child who repents of rebellion and tries to be obedient.
There were no more sounds from the timber. I could feel an emptiness
there, as if the monster had slunk away, baffled.
_13. "Light's Our Best Weapon."_
Neither of us said anything for a while after that. I stoked up the
fire, to be doing something, and it made us so uncomfortably warm that
we had to crowd away from it. Sitting close against the tree-trunk, I
began to imagine something creeping up the black lane of shadow it cast
behind us to the edge of the clearing; and yet again I thought I heard
noises. Club in hand, I went to investigate, and I was not disappointed
in the least when I found nothing.