Here they are!--To your left!" And with the words, he bounded off to the right, firing his gun to confuse the chase.
Rudolph obeyed, and, running at top speed, dimly understood that he had doubled round a squad of grunting runners, whose bare feet pattered close by him in the smoke.

Before him gaped a black square, through which he darted, to pitch head first over some fat, padded bulk.

As he rose, the rasping of rough jute against his cheek told him that he had fallen among bales; and a familiar, musty smell, that the bales were his own, in his own go-down, across a narrow lane from the nunnery.

With high hopes, he stumbled farther into the darkness.

Once, among the bales, he trod on a man's hand, which was silently pulled away.