"What are you doing, Hubert?
You'll be off in a minute!" I started and recovered my balance with difficulty.

Then I was aware at once that one second before I had all but dropped asleep, dog tired, on the bicycle.

Worn out with my long day and with the nervous strain, I began to doze off, with my feet still moving round and round automatically, the moment the anxiety of the chase was relieved, and an easy down-grade gave me a little respite.
I kept myself awake even then with difficulty.

Riding on through the lurid gloom, we reached Salisbury at last, and found the town already crowded with refugees from the plateau.

However, we succeeded in securing two rooms at a house in the long street, and were soon sitting down to a much-needed supper.
As we rested, an hour or two later, in the ill-furnished back room, discussing this sudden turn of affairs with our host and some neighbours--for, of course, all Salisbury was eager for news from the scene of the massacres--I happened to raise my head, and saw, to my great surprise...