Faster,
faster! Traversing only the most unfrequented streets, and at that late
hour of a cold winter night he met no one, and with a terrifying
consciousness that his pursuer was gaining on him, he desperately
strode on. He did not dare to look behind, dreading less what he might
see than the momentary loss of speed the action might occasion. Faster,
faster, faster! And all at once he knew that the dogging thing had
dropped its stealthy pace and was racing up to him. With a bound he
broke into a run, seeing, hearing, heeding nothing, aware only that
the other was silently louping on his track two steps to his one; and
with that frantic apprehension upon him, he gained the next street,
flung himself around the corner with his back to the wall, and his arms
convulsively drawn up for a grapple; and felt something rush whirring
past his flank, striking him on the shoulder as it went by, with a buffet
that made a shock break through his frame. That shock restored him to
his senses. His delusion was suddenly shattered.
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