Who are you?
Oh, Grant! What's the trouble now?
The old thing, eh ?" I had no desire to wait his answer, confident that Grant was sufficiently angry to blurt out everything he knew.

They were all facing his way, actuated by the recognition.

Breathless still, yet quick to seize the one and only chance left, I grabbed up my jacket from the grass, and sprang into the darkness.

I had gained a hundred feet before those behind grasped the meaning of my unexpected flight, and then the tumult of voices only sent me flying faster, realizing the pursuit.

The only open passage led directly toward the river, and I raced through the black night down the slope as though all the fiends of hell were after me.