And here am
I--who have the light--WANDERING! Just wandering!"
He shrugged his shoulders and came to stare at the torrent under the
bridge.
"You're getting ripe for London, Cheetah," said Amanda softly.
"I want somehow to get to work, to get my hands on definite things."
"How can we get back?"
She had to repeat her question presently.
"We can go on. Over the hills is Ochrida and then over another pass
is Presba, and from there we go down into Monastir and reach a
railway and get back to the world of our own times again."
8
But before they reached the world of their own times Macedonia was
to show them something grimmer than Albania.
They were riding through a sunlit walnut wood beyond Ochrida when
they came upon the thing.
The first they saw of it looked like a man lying asleep on a grassy
bank. But he lay very still indeed, he did not look up, he did not
stir as they passed, the pose of his hand was stiff, and when Benham
glanced back at him, he stifled a little cry of horror. For this
man had no face and the flies had been busy upon him.
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