He spake not a word, but stretched out his hand.
I bounded forward to clasp it and press it to my lips.
At that instant the fit fell on him.
I could see the look of pain which flashed across his face.
Away he glided, now backward, now forward, now sidewise, now obliquely, his hand outstretched in a desperate effort to reach me, who, with equal desperation, advanced and retreated in a mad endeavor to grasp what constantly eluded me.
Bulger utterly unable to comprehend this wild dance among the rocks of that cavernous shore, followed my heels barking furiously.
I could take no time to quiet him.
Away, away, sped Antonius with redoubled speed, his right hand extended toward me as if with a pitiful prayer to grasp it and thus end the fit which was shaking his limbs so furiously.
Pausing to catch my breath, I again pursued the flitting figure with a determination to overtake it or perish in the attempt.
At last it seemed to circle in smaller and ever smaller rings.