The "Temperance Medicine" is getting low and the tempers are getting high. Geo. Rowe, as well as his cabin, might not survive the night.
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In shuddering shadow, at the periphery of the light, figures flickered into being; ran in glittering sparks -- sweat beaded on his brow and his breath came quicker ...there was laughing in the dark....in the quiet ...glittered eye-shine and the moon reflected in broken ripples wavered on the water in the gloom as hyenas cackled crisply in the gloaming.