McTeague saw himself as another man, striding along over the sand and sagebrush.

At once he saw himself stop and wheel sharply about, peering back suspiciously.

There was something behind him; something was following him.

He looked, as it were, over the shoulder of this other McTeague, and saw down there, in the half light of the canyon, something dark crawling upon the ground, an indistinct gray figure, man or brute, he did not know.

Then he saw another, and another; then another.