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----- {{frankp061.png}} || bred of the desert ||


He took to pawing the ground. He began to recall
his surroundings before this strange darkness
had descended upon him -- the girl outside the
fence, the spectators upon the fence, the tormentors
inside the fence, the glorious sunlight, the
distant shimmering mountains, the stable and out-
houses and cottage. But all were gone from him
now. Everything was black with the blackness
of night! Again he tossed his head -- and again
and again. But still the darkness! He was afraid.

Here came a change. Across his vision leaped
sudden flashing lights, myriads of them, dancing
strangely before him. Gripped in new fear, he
watched them closely, saw them hurry, pause,
hurry again, all in dazzling array. They kept it
up. Breathlessly he saw them dart to and fro,
speed near, whirl and twist, until out of sheer distress
he closed his eyes for relief. But he got no
relief. He saw the lights as before, saw them
dancing and pirouetting before his eyes, and suddenly
whisk away, as though satiated with their
fiendishness. But they left him limp and faint and
with a throbbing pain in his head. Again he
stamped the earth and shook his head. But the
darkness clung. He could not throw off the thing
before his eyes. Yet he persisted. He tossed his
head until dizziness seized him. Then he stopped
all effort and relaxed. His head began to droop;
he let it droop, low and lower, until he smelled
the earth. This aroused him. His spirit of fight
rose again. He jerked up his head, sounded a
defiant outcry, stiffened his legs for action. This


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