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He felt the whole right front corner of the car crumbling as it struck. The axle and wheel were folding back. The car was plowing down into the ditch. It stopped with a final jolt that threw him against the wheel, but without injury. With a groan of anger he opened the door and climbed out. This would happen right here in the loneliest spot of the whole road. He stood up and surveyed the whole situation. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed that a tire should blow out, because both of them were new. He walked around to the side of the car, reached into the pocket and took out a flashlight.
Then he went back to the right front corner.
The wheel was torn off and crumpled and had been pushed back under the side of the car. He fished it out, found the tire was badly mashed where it had hit the culvert.
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He shook his head. That tire hit something else, he decided half aloud. Yes — here it is. Just as though somebody had socked it with an axe. He walked back fifty feet to the point where he had swerved and looked for the object that had gashed his tire. He searched perhaps two minutes.
Then the beam of his flashlight glinted on something shiny. Stooping down, he picked it up — a pickaxe. Curious, he swung the light so that it covered the side of the road, but there were no other instruments in sight. Maybe it had dropped off a truck.
Suddenly he tensed. A sound had disturbed the night stillness — a queer sound. It reminded him of the noise that beavers make when they are cutting down trees for a dam. Even as he listened it stopped, then started again. Softly muffled yet rasping, it gave him an eerie feeling that he vainly tried to shake off. He strode several steps in the direction from which it came, but when he flashed his light the sound ceased abruptly. It was merely a field of an abandoned farm and weeds and grass grew in wild disarray.
Here and there was a low bush. Yes, the noise must come from an animal, because there was nothing tall or thick enough to hide a full-grown human being. One minute. Two minutes passed. Then the sound began again. King slipped his right hand into his pocket and felt for his gun. King advanced now on tiptoe without the aid of his light. Step by step. The noise was slightly louder. No, it was no animal gnawing at something. It held a crisper note. At one moment he thought it came from directly under him.
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Then again it seemed to come from farther beyond. He tiptoed on, picking his way gingerly. And yet he had the most unpleasant feeling that whatever was making the sound might leap out at him at any second. He began to have the sensation of listening to some invisible thing. A ghost, for instance, that made sound but could not be seen.
taihansmenchinf.gq He found himself tiptoeing about in a circle. It came from right around there somewhere. Suddenly his foot struck soft earth and his toes sunk in. He put one foot forward to take another step. But the soft earth rose in a pile. He stumbled and fell on his hands and knees. His out-stretched hand touched something metallic — something like a large pipe. Instantly the rasping sound stopped! He scrambled to his feet, flashed on his pocket torch. Then he was staring down at what he saw in the light rays.
He had stumbled upon a mound of earth. Out of one end of it extended a stove pipe about six inches in diameter.
Perhaps it was a dugout, although there were no other visible openings above the ground. Tipping his light so that the beam shot down the pipe he stared after it and the sight that met his eyes almost caused him to shudder. IT WAS not an unpleasant face, but there was desperation and fear written in the expression of the eyes. The lips moved. The man spoke in a voice that was so rasping and strained that it was scarcely audible.
There was a strange note in his voice as he said it, and at the same time he began digging furiously with his bare hands. He could tell by the length of the stovepipe that the casket was not buried very deeply. There was perhaps a foot of earth above it. And as he worked he talked down. Just consider me a friend for the time being.