But he knew there could be no snake as
broad as this crawling figure appeared to be.
"Who's there?" Hazelton called quickly.
The writhing mass became still, flattening itself against the bed of rock.
Hazelton was not to be deceived, however.
"Who's there?" Harry repeated. "You had better talk up, my man!"
Still no sound. Harry started forward to investigate. His foot touched
against a good sized fragment of rock left there by one of the masons.
Without delay Harry reached down, picking up the rock, which was rather
more than half as large as his head.
Holding this in his right hand Harry advanced with still more confidence,
for he felt himself to be armed. Hazelton had been a clever pitcher in
his high school days and knew that he could make this fragment of rock
land pretty close to where he wanted it to go.
"Who are you?" demanded Hazelton, once more, as he stepped cautiously
forward. "No use in your keeping silent, my man. I see you and know that
you're there. Moreover, I'm going to drag the truth out of you as to what
you're doing out here on the wall at this hour of the night---and to-night
of all nights."
Still no answer; Harry went steadily forward, until he was within a dozen
feet of the head of the flattened brute in human guise.
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