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The Man Who Was Running
InanothermomentthehigherofthevillasthathadclamberedupthehillfromBurdockhadoccultedtherunningfigure. Hewasvisibleagainforamoment,andagain,andthenagain,threetimesbetweenthethreedetachedhousesthatcamenext,andthentheterracehidhim.
"Asses!"saidDr.Kemp,swingingroundonhisheelandwalkingbacktohiswriting-table.
Butthosewhosawthefugitivenearer,andperceivedtheabjectterroronhisperspiringface,beingthemselvesintheopenroadway,didnotshareinthedoctor'scontempt. Bythemanpounded,andasheranhechinkedlikeawell-filledpursethatistossedtoandfro. Helookedneithertotherightnortheleft,buthisdilatedeyesstaredstraightdownhilltowherethelampswerebeinglit,andthepeoplewerecrowdedinthestreet. Andhisill-shapedmouthfellapart,andaglairyfoamlayonhislips,andhisbreathcamehoarseandnoisy. Allhepassedstoppedandbeganstaringuptheroadanddown,andinterrogatingoneanotherwithaninklingofdiscomfortforthereasonofhishaste.
Andthenpresently,farupthehill,adogplayingintheroadyelpedandranunderagate,andastheystillwonderedsomething—awind—apad,pad,pad,—asoundlikeapantingbreathing,rushedby.
Peoplescreamed.Peoplesprangoffthepavement:Itpassedinshouts,itpassedbyinstinctdownthehill. TheywereshoutinginthestreetbeforeMarvelwashalfwaythere. Theywereboltingintohousesandslammingthedoorsbehindthem,withthenews. Hehearditandmadeonelastdesperatespurt. Fearcamestridingby,rushedaheadofhim,andinamomenthadseizedthetown.
"TheInvisibleManiscoming!TheInvisibleMan!"
