Up past the other side of the rock rushed the pursuer.

Timokles, quaking, expected every instant to be discovered.
"Where art thou ?" savagely called the man.

"Where ?" He ran hither and thither with fiercely muttered imprecations.

Now his footsteps sounded farther off, and now again he ran back and came softly stealing around among the rocks.

Timokles laid his branded cheek against the gravel, and waited.
The footsteps went, and came, and went again in the dark.