Fear, pride, and a blind exultation all throbbed in my veins.

I must have run three miles before I came to my sober senses.
I put my ear to the ground, but heard no sound of pursuit.

Laputa, I argued, would have enough to do for a little, shepherding his flock over the water.

He might surround and capture the patrol, or he might evade it; the vow prevented him from fighting it.

On the whole I was clear that he would ignore it and push on for the rendezvous.