He moved as if the ground hurt his bare feet.
He especially favored, as Cleggett noticed, the foot on which there was a bunion.

He was lame.

He crept rather than ran.

But he seemed bitterly intent upon reaching the two men in irons who labored along twenty or thirty feet ahead of him.

And they, on their part, casting now and then backward glances over their shoulders at their pursuer.
Cleggett divined that the men in irons had escaped from the Annabel Lee, and that the man in the baby blue pajamas was loose from Morris's.
But why the man in the pajamas pursued and the others fled he could not guess.
They passed within fifty yards of the Jasper B.