The pulling at once began and increased in strength, and I, by this time thoroughly alarmed, put all my strength against it, and hung on like grim death.
"To get a better hold I had taken a turn over my head (or perhaps simply to hide), when suddenly I felt a pressure outside on my body, and a movement like fingers--they gradually approached my head.

Mad with fear I chucked off the blanket, grasped a Hand, gazed on it for one moment in silent horror, and threw it away! No wonder, it was attached to no arm or body, it was hairy and dark coloured, the fingers were short, blunt, with long, claw-like nails, and it was minus a thumb! Too frightened to get up I had to stop in bed, and, I suppose, fell to sleep again, after fresh vain attempts to awaken Bolter.

Next morning I told him about it.

He said several men who had thus passed the night with him had seen this hand.

'But,' added he, 'it's lucky you didn't have the big black dogs also.' Tableau! "I was to have slept again with him next night to look further into the matter, but a friend of his came from -- - that day, so I could not renew the experiment, as I had fully determined to do.