To approach those of his faith whom he had frequented was to expose them to danger; and, beyond the religion, he had few acquaintances and those of the newest.

Yet the streets were impossible.

He walked them on the utmost edge of peril; he lurked in them under the blade of an impending axe.

And, whether he walked or lurked, he went at the mercy of the first comers bold enough to take his life.
The sweat stood on his brow as he paused under the low arch of the alley- end, tasting the bitter forlornness of the dog banned and set for death in that sunlit city.

In every window of the gable end which faced his hiding-place he fancied an eye watching his movements; in every distant step he heard the footfall of doom coming that way to his discovery.