I knew Wilson must come by that road.
Something commanded me to walk on.

I had been halting, but now a dreadful force compelled me to go--ay, compelled me.

I don't know what it was, but it seemed as if I'd no power against it, none.

It stifled all my scruples, all of them, and I ran--yes, ran.

But I was weak, and had to stop for breath.