The end of the hall he believed opened outdoors, and he ran swiftly in that direction, his moccasined feet making no sound.

He found a door locked with an iron bar.

It took him but a moment to throw this up, open the door, and leap out into the night.

The wind had died away, and it was snowing.

In the silence he stood and listened, his eyes trying to find some moving shadow in the gloom.