7:30
Again the squirming hydrophinnae were eating his foothold piece by piece . He awoke , body drenched with perspiration . Vague light of early dawn filtered through the window . The clock on the bedside table showed 7:30 . For a long time he lay there motionless . Again the fantastic happenings of the night before came back to haunt him and as he lay there , staring at the windows , he remembered them , one by one . But his mind , still fogged by sleep and astonishment , took the happenings in its stride , mulled over them , lost the keen edge of fantastic terror that lurked around them .