Shouts rang out, one hand almost caught hold of him, there was a rush of heavy feet, a scramble to seize him.

But with a supreme effort he leapt upon a bank, crawled to its summit, rose again, and once more found himself alone, still running on amid the fresh and quiet greenery.
Nevertheless, this was the end.

He almost fell flat upon the ground.

His aching feet could no longer carry him; blood was oozing from his ears, and froth had come to his mouth.

His heart beat with such violence that it seemed likely to break his ribs.