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@@@@@It wasn't the cold, it was how soft they wereThat one silver eye peered at me, seeming to drill into my brain, and for a moment there was a sensation of being filled with pure darknessThen the manacle clamped on my wrist with a flat hard clacking sound "Wireman!" I screamed, but Wireman was goneHe was running away from me, across the room, as fast as he could The drowned thing and I were chained togetherIt dragged me toward the door viii Wireman was back just before the dead man could pull me over the thresholdHe had something in his hand that looked like a blunt daggerFor a moment I thought it must be one of the silver harpoons, but that was only a powerful bit of wishful thinking; the silver harpoons were upstairs with the red picnic basket"Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Cojudo de puta madre!" Its head snapped around as fast as the head of a snake about to strikeWireman was almost as fast Holding the blunt object in both hands, he drove it into the thing's face, striking home just above the right eyesocketThe thing shrieked, a sound that went through my head like shards of glassI saw Wireman wince and stagger back; saw him struggle to hold onto his weapon and drop it to the sandy floor of the entryway The man-thing which had seemed so solid spun into insubstantiality, clothes and allI felt the manacle around my wrist also lose its solidity For a moment I could still see it and then it was only water, dripping onto my sneakers and the carpetThere was a larger wet patch where the demon sailor had been only a moment before I felt thicker warmth on my face and wiped blood from my nose and off my upper lipWireman had fallen over a hassockI helped him up and saw his nose was bleeding, tooA line of blood also ran down the side of his throat from his left earIt rose and fell with the rapid beat of his heart 838 "Christ, that scream," he s