A sudden recollection of Teresa's uncontrollable terror that first night smote him with remorse and redoubled his efforts.

Alone in the track of these frantic and bewildered beasts, to what madness might she not be driven! The sharp crack of a rifle from the high road turned his course momentarily in that direction.

The smoke was curling lazily over the heads of the party of men in the road, while the huge hulk of a grizzly was disappearing in the distance.

A battue of the escaping animals had commenced! In the bitterness of his heart he caught at the horrible suggestion, and resolved to save her from them or die with her there.
How fast he ran, or the time it took him to reach the woods, has never been known.

Their outlines were already hidden when he entered them.
To a sense less keen, a courage less desperate, and a purpose less unaltered than Low's, the wood would have been impenetrable.