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What was that?"
It seemed to the doctor he had heard a thin shrill squeal close at hand.
For a moment he was quite awake. He said a word or two of undeserved
rebuke to his horse, and looked about him. He tried to persuade himself
that he had heard the distant squeal of a fox--or perhaps a young rabbit
gripped by a ferret.
Swish, swish, swish, pitter, patter, swish--...
What was that?
He felt he was getting fanciful. He shook his shoulders and told his
horse to get on. He listened, and heard nothing.
Or was it nothing?
He had the queerest impression that something had just peeped over the
hedge at him, a queer big head. With round ears! He peered hard, but he
could see nothing.
"Nonsense," said he.
He sat up with an idea that he had dropped into a nightmare, gave his
horse the slightest touch of the whip, spoke to it and peered again over
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