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and as in a cloud of fury. Wan Anden 
took a turn around that tree and was at 
my side again with the hat before I 
realised what he was doing. I jerked 
out a “thank you ” between lopes, and 
of course forbore to remark that a 
hat without pins was hollow mockery. 
I dodged the next low branch so suc- 
cessfully that the pommel in some mi- 
raculous way jumped up and smashed 
the crystal in my watch, the same being 
carried in that mysterious place, the 
shirt waist front, where most women 
carry their watches, pocket books, and 
love letters. 
When we got into the open the ter- 
rible bellowing—a combination of shriek, 
groan, and roar in varying pitch— grew 
louder, and I could just discern a wav- 
ing ghostly mass in the gray morning 
mist. I wondered if this were the herd, 
