The swiftness of his movement had brought him no physical discomfort, and his blood danced with the thrill of the earth under his feet and the thought that his wound must be even more completely healed than he had supposed.

A wild exultation swept over him.

He was free! He could see the river now, shimmering and talking to him in the starlight, urging him to hurry, telling him that only a little while ago another had gone north on the breast of it, and that if he hastened it would help him to overtake her.

He felt the throb of new life in his body.

His eyes shone strangely in the semi-gloom.
It seemed to him that only yesterday Marette had gone.