Simultaneously the quarry vanished over an edge of hill, and the pack followed, the leaders now not ten yards behind the flying figure in front.
Jack stood there, helpless and maddened.

Then he flung the broken pieces of his gun at the disappearing runners; sank down in the gloom, and broke out into that heart-shattering nightmare sobbing which shows that the limit has been reached.
He awoke, still sobbing--certain that Frank was in deadly peril, if not already dead, and it was a few minutes before he dared to go to sleep once more..