Again it reappeared on the further side.

Mac Strann could see the runner in a comparatively open space, racing like a trained sprinter, and he headed straight towards a wall of tossing horns.

They were long-horns, and one sway of those lowered heads could drive the hard, sharp point through and through the body of a man.

Yet straight at this impassable wall the stranger rushed, like a warrior in his Berserker madness leaping naked upon a hedge of spears.

At the verge of the danger the man sprang high into the air.