I climbed downwards towards some tr

I climbed downwards towards some trees giving some shelter, where I could rest for a few minutes and watch
the sea. It was then that I saw the boat. It was tied up close to a small inlet where the land curved and the water
was comparatively smooth. There was no mistaking the boat; it was theirs all right. The Greek they employed
as crew was seated in the bows, with a fishing line over the side, but from his relaxed attitude the fishing did
not seem to be serious, and I judged he was having a sleep. He was the only occupant of the boat. I glanced
directly beneath me at the sand along the shore, and I saw there was a rough stone building, more or less
ruined, built against the cliff-face, possibly used at one time as a shelter for sheep or goats.There was a big bag
and a big basket lying by the entrance, and a coat. Mr and Mrs Stoll must have landed earlier from the boat and
were now resting.
Suddenly the person in the boat sat up, and winding in his line he moved to the back and stood there, watching
the water. I saw something move, a form beneath the surface, and then the form itself emerged. Then it was
hidden from me by the Greek bending to assist the swimmer, and my attention was diverted to the ruined
shelter on the shore. Something was standing in the entrance. I say ‘something’ because, doubtless because of a
trick of the light, it had at first the hairy appearance of a horse standing on its back legs. Legs and back were
covered with hair, and then I realised it was Stoll himself, naked, his arms and chest as hairy as the rest of him.
Only his swollen red face showed what he was, with the enomous ears like saucers standing out either side of
his bald head. I had never before in all my life seen a more horrible sight. He came out into the sunlight and
looked towards the boat, and then, as if well pleased with himself and his world, walked forward, up and down
the beach before the ruined shelter with that curious movement I had noticed earlier in the village.
The swimmer was now coming into the beach with long leisurely strokes. When she reached the shore and
stood up, I saw, with astonishment, that it was Mrs Stoll. She was carrying some kind of bag around her neck,
and advancing up the sand to meet her husband she lifted it over her head and gave it to him. I did not hear
them exchange a word, and they went together to the hut and disappeared inside

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