The forest; the stalk-fields, the dark hollows through which he passed, seemed to be peopled with terrors.

He knew Small and Jones well enough to know that every avenue of escape would be carefully picketed.

So there was nothing to do but to take the shortest path to the old trysting place, the Spring-in-rock.
Here he sat and shook with terror.

Angry with himself, he inly denounced himself for a coward.

But the effect was really a physical one.