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I shrank back from the awful horror of them. Back into my corner I crouched holding my hands palms out before me and stealthily on came the awful eyes until they reached the dead body at my feet. Then slowly they retreated but this time with a strange grating sound and finally they disappeared in some black and distant recess of my dungeon. CHAPTER XIX BATTLING IN THE ARENA .
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Sir how if things go contrary-wise?" "Why then sure a quick death is better than to perish miserably by the way for we have cruel going before us thirsty deserts and barren wilds where game is scarce; better steel or bullet than to die raving with thirst or slow starvation--how say ye lad?" "Lead on!" quoth I and tightened my belt. "Ha!" said he halting suddenly as arose a sudden crack of twigs and underbrush some distance on our front. "They have turned in to the water--let us sit here and watch for their camp fire. " And presently sure enough we saw a red glow through the underbrush ahead that grew ever brighter as the shadows deepened; and so came the night. How long we waited thus our eyes turned ever towards this red fire-glow I know not but at last I felt Sir Richard touch me and heard his voice in my ear: "Let us advance until we have 'em in better view!" Forthwith we stole forward Sir Richard's grasp on Pluto's collar.
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