Message #165987

[Denizen of Darkness]

"What happened next might be hyperæsthesia — I suppose you mean abnormal intensity of the senses — but how could hyperæsthesia see through a tweed coat and lining?"

  "Well, what happened next?"

  "Bolter's firm used to get sheep by every mail from ——, and send them regularly to their station, six miles off. One time they landed late in the afternoon, and yet were foolishly sent off, Bolter in charge. I said at the time he would lose half the lot, as it would be dark long before he could reach the station. He didn't lose them!

  "Next day I met one of the riggers who was sent to lend him a hand, and asked results.

  "'Master,' said the rigger, 'Bolter is a devil! He sees at night. When the sheep ran away to right or left in the dark, he told us where to follow.'"