What if the Dweller were within--what if we had been wrong and it was not dependent for its power upon that full flood of moon ray which Throckmartin had thought essential to draw it from the blue pool! From within, the sobbing wail began once more to rise.

O'Keefe pushed me aside, threw open the door and crouched low within it.

I saw an automatic flash dully in his hand; saw it cover the cabin from side to side, following the swift sweep of his eyes around it.

Then he straightened and his face, turned toward the berth, was filled with wondering pity.
Through the window streamed a shaft of the moonlight.

It fell upon Huldricksson's staring eyes; in them great tears slowly gathered and rolled down his cheeks; from his opened mouth came the woe-laden wailing.