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@@@@@The ground was trampled, and the bush had been beaten to one side
He was on a newly formed trail
To corroborate it, a man coughed in his sleep not five yards awayMartinez stiffened, almost jumped as though he had touched something hotThe flesh on his face became stretched and tautHe could not have uttered a sound at that moment
Automatically he took a step backward, and heard someone else turning over in his blanketsHe did not dare to move for fear of swiping a branch and arousing themFor at least a minute he was wholly paralyzedHe felt it impossible to turn backHe could not have explained it; his fear of retreating from the grove was great but it was not so intense as his terror at the thought of moving forwardAnd yet he could not go backA part of his mind played with incredible rapidity the scene where he would tell Croft
“Japbait no fuggin good
But there was something wrong with moving aheadHe could not perceive it clearly, his head felt as if it were churning through oil, but there was a reasonHe could not think it outWith loathing, with a suppressed hysteria of his flesh as if he were trodding barefoot over a field of bloated maggots, he extended his leg, and then the other one, pacing forward with separate violent demands on his mindIn a minute he advanced not more than ten feet, the perspiration smarting his eyesHe felt as if he could detect each droplet starting out of his pores, joining with the others to wash down the damp river bed of the lines in his face and body
One thing he realized intuitivelyThe Japanese would have tramped out only two trails by nowOne would be perpendicular to the pass, a yard or two behind the border of the grove, facing the valleyThe other would lead through the grove to the other side, joining the first one in a THe was on the head of the T now, and would have to progress along it until he reached the s