She felt the sand of the roadway under her feet as her course curved back toward the road, endeavored to follow the trail for a time, but found herself again on the pine needles, running she knew not where or how.

She had no hope.

She knew she was fleeing death and facing death.

Very well, she would meet it further on and in a better guise.
She felt that she was passing down, along the mountain side, advanced more rapidly, stumbling, tripping--and so at last fell full length over a log which lay across her course.

Stunned by the impact of her fall beyond and below the unseen barrier, she lay prone and quite unconscious.
At a length of unknown moments, she gained her senses.