So his cold eyes gazed up at the horrid
spectacle unflinchingly.
After some moments he passed on to the second body. The same
conditions prevailed. A colored handkerchief concealed the glazed
eyes, and the dropping jaw displayed the blackened cavity beyond the
lips.
He moved away to the third. Its back was turned to him, and the bared
head displayed a close mass of fair curling hair. In this instance the
bandage over the eyes had fallen from its place, and lay lodged against
the raw hide rope about the dead man's neck. He moved round quickly.
In a moment he was facing the dreadful dead features.
He stood there without a sound. But his eyes had changed from their
cold regard to a horror unspeakable. Once his lips parted, and there
was an automatic effort to moisten them with a parching tongue. He
swallowed with a visible effort. But no other movement came from him.
The moments passed. Hideous, dreadful moments of an agony that was
displayed in the drawn lines which had suddenly taken possession of his
strong features.
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