But the bog held him and pulled him down inch by inch--so quickly that, before I could understand what was passing, he was struggling waist-deep like a man swimming for his life.

Next moment I saw his hands cast wildly upwards.

After that, the bog lay mirky and silent, with no record of the dead man that lay in its grip.
Before I could fling off the awful spell that held me and rush to the place, the man on the other side of the valley had uttered a cry and dashed in the same direction.
And, as we stood thus, parted by the fathomless depth of the dead man's grave, we looked up and knew one another.
For this was Ludar..