If it's proved on the one the prince has caught she'll expect her blue eyes and all that hair of gold to pull her through." Him, John hated and would have been glad to strike, but he could help neither Julie nor himself by resenting it.

Instead, he watched the automobiles, four in number, disappear on the road leading from Metz toward Stuttgart, a small body of hussars following as a guard, and then, pack on back, he trudged on foot behind them.
The invaluable passport carried him through the fortifications, and along the great highway into the country.

He was glad that Auersperg had not gone by train, as it would have been harder to trace him then.

Now, although far behind, he could hear of him at inns and little towns by the way.

Yet he was compelled to recall to himself again and again the ancient and worn fable of the hare and the tortoise.
He knew well enough that the tortoise did not often overtake the hare.
Hares were cunning little animals, riot able to fight and almost wholly dependent upon speed for survival in the battle of life.