And now he took to zigzagging through the wood in the hope of dodging his pursuer if only for an instant as a flying fox is wont to do when he is already nearing his hole whose entrance he does not wish to betray to his pursuer.
A little further on a stout quickset hedge barred their way.

Fatia Negra burst through it and Szilard followed in the gap that he had made.
Suddenly a hunting lodge came in view--at least the antlers on the top of the porch and above the windows suggested that that was what it was intended for.
One of the windows looking out upon the forest stood open.

Fatia Negra suddenly stopped short, waited till his adversary was close up to him and then shaking his fist at him sprang through the open window.
Vamhidy did not hesitate a moment about following the adventurer into the house.

He forced his way through the window and found himself in a dark corridor at the extreme end of which the footsteps of the hunted adventurer were still resounding.

And after him he ran straightway..