His life had been that of the smooth spaces, of the easy ascent of well-paved grades, of streets and comforts and of luxuries.

The very raggedness of the thing before him lured him and drew him on.

He turned, he smiled, with a quiet, determined expression of anticipation, yet of grimness.
"They've got me," came quietly.

"I'm--I'm going to make the try!" The villager grunted.

His lips parted as though to issue a final warning.