I had no weapon to make a fight for it.
My foemen were many and untired.

It must be only a matter of minutes till I was in their hands.
More in a dogged fury of disappointment than with any hope of escape I forced my sore legs up the glen.

Ten minutes ago I had been exulting in the glories of the morning, and now the sun was not less bright or the colours less fair, but the heart had gone out of the spectator.

At first I managed to get some pace out of myself, partly from fear and partly from anger.

But I soon found that my body had been tried too far.