It must be the murderer, and no other, whoever he might be among the many black spots of humanity.
But as to the other point, no light could be thrown upon it, unless the search should be successful, and perhaps not even then.

But now this anxiety, and shame of terror, made me so bold--for I can not call it brave--that I could not rest satisfied where I was, and instead of blessing every leaf and twig that hid me from the enemy, nothing would do for me but to creep nearer, in spite of that truculent long bright spike.
I thought of my father, and each fibre of my frame seemed to harden with vigor and fleetness.

Every muscle of my body could be trusted now.

I had always been remarkably light of foot.

Could a man of that age catch me?
It was almost as much as Firm Gundry could do, as in childish days I had proved to him.