Chapter XIX
WITHIN THE CIRCLE
He lay apparently for a long time while his memory stirred and his mind reluctantly resumed its functions.
He recalled the beginning of the night at the coquina house, the sounds and feelings that had disturbed him there, the cry from outside, the picture of the silent fisherman, erect against the dunes, the warning of the girl, the blue light, her terror, his journey through the woods, his determination to seek a clue in the ruins.
Where was he now? He lay in utter darkness. The rushing of the wind was as fierce as ever.
Then, gently at first, he heard a sound from the black cloak of the night—the sound he had heard in Anderson’s bedroom, the sound that had shared so often in the island’s manifestations. It was not far away—only six or seven feet, he
