Then the tense bulk of her body struck against him, and horror filled his soul.

One second he held her, the next, Jimmy smothering under the hay, threw up an arm, and called like a petulant child, "Dannie! Make shun quit shinish my fashe!" And Dannie awoke to the realization that Mary was another man's, and that man, one who trusted him completely.

The problem was so much too big for poor Dannie that reason kindly slipped a cog.

He broke from the grasp of the woman, fled through the back door, and took to the woods.
He ran as if fiends were after him, and he ran and ran.

And when he could run no longer, he walked, but he went on.