"But I didn't know what was the matter.

And then this wildcat jumped me--" He paused and his eyes widened.

"Which way did he go ?" he asked swiftly.

I pointed down the faintly glowing passage.
"There's only one way," I said.
"Watch that bird close," hissed O'Keefe, pointing to Marakinoff--and pistol in hand stretched his long legs and raced away.

I looked down at the Russian.