The fact was that the
curiously strong vibrating atmosphere surrounding his person somewhat
confused my senses. It was the result, of course, of his intense
concentration of mind and forces, and pervaded the entire Camp and all
the persons in it. And as I watched the canvas shake and heard it boom
and flap I heartily welcomed it. For it was also protective.
At the back of Sangree's tent stood a thin group of pine trees, but in
front and at the sides the ground was comparatively clear. The flap was
wide open and any ordinary animal would have been out and away without
the least trouble. Dr. Silence led me up to within a few feet, evidently
careful not to advance beyond a certain limit, and then stooped down and
signalled to me to do the same. And looking over his shoulder I saw the
interior lit faintly by the spectral light reflected from the fog, and
the dim blot upon the balsam boughs and blankets signifying Sangree;
while over him, and round him, and up and down him, flew the dark mass
of "something" on four legs, with pointed muzzle and sharp ears plainly
visible against the tent sides, and the occasional gleam of fiery eyes
and white fangs.
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