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The silence that succeeded the vision of the Black Rider on the rock was a vast and throbbing one, and the senses of the boys reeled slightly under the shock. Ted still stood in his position staring toward the rock on which the fascinating thing had showed, his heart beating like a trip-hammer and his mouth curiously dry. In the very atmosphere there was a sense of unreality.
The figure had been real, yet ghostly. All of them were sure that they had seen an actual man seated on a very real horse exposed for an instant on the rock, and yet the very immoveableness of it inspired a feeling of awe. There was no second flush of light and nothing broke the silence.