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At our hail the man in the stern sprang up from the deck and shook his two clenched fists at us, cursing the while in a high, cracked voice.

He was a good-sized, powerful man, and as he stood poising himself with legs astride I could see that from the thigh downward there was but a wooden stump upon the right side.

At the sound of his strident, angry cries, there was movement in the huddled bundle upon the deck.

It straightened itself into a little black man - the smallest I have ever seen - with a great, misshapen head and a shock of tangled, dishevelled hair.

Holmes had already drawn his revolver, and I whipped out mine at the sight of this savage, distorted creature.

He was wrapped in some sort of dark ulster or blanket, which left only his face exposed, but that face was enough to give a man a sleepless night.

Never have I seen features so deeply marked with all bestiality and cruelty.

His small eyes glowed and burned with a sombre light, and his thick lips were writhed back from his teeth, Which grinned and chattered at us with half animal fury.

"Fire if he raises his hand," said Holmes quietly.

We were within a boat's-length by this time, and almost within touch of our quarry.

I can see the two of them now as they stood, the white man with his legs far apart, shrieking out curses, and the unhallowed dwarf with his hideous face, and his strong yellow teeth gnashing at us in the light of our lantern.

It was well that we had so clear a view of him.

Even as we looked he plucked out from under his covering a short, round piece of wood, like a school-ruler, and clapped it to his lips.

Our pistols rang out together.

He whirled round, threw up his arms and, with a kind of choking cough, fell sideways into the stream.

I caught one glimpse of his venomous, menacing eyes amid the white swirl of the waters.

At the same moment the wooden-legged man threw himself upon the rudder and put it hard down so that his boat made straight in for the southern bank, while we shot past her stern, only clearing her by a few feet.

We were round after her in an instant, but she was already nearly at the bank.

It was a wild and desolate place, where the moon glimmered upon a wide expanse of marsh-land, with pools of stagnant water and beds of decaying vegetation.

The launch, with a dull thud, ran up upon the mud-bank, with her bow in the air and her stern flush with the water.

The fugitive sprang out, but his stump instantly sank its whole length into the sodden soil.

In vain he struggled and writhed.

Not one step could he possibly take either forward or backward.

He yelled in impotent rage and kicked frantically into the mud with his other foot, but his struggles only bored his wooden pin the deeper into the sticky bank.

When we brought our launch alongside he was so firmly anchored that it was only by throwing the end of a rope over his shoulders that we were able to haul him out and to drag him, like some evil fish, over our side.

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