Have they got me, or have I escaped them?
A shout louder than ever and a "Bravo!" from Wright tell me I am clear of that danger, and have now but their last defence to pass.

He is a tall, broad fellow, and a formidable foe to encounter, and waits for me close under their goal.

The pace, I feel, is telling on me; the shouting behind sounds nearer, only a few yards divides us now.

Shall I double, shall I venture a kick, or shall I charge straight at him?
"Charge at him!" sounds Wright's voice, as if in answer to my thought.
I gather up all my remaining force, and charge.

There is a flash across my eyes, and a dull shock against my chest.