There was nothing before him from that moment but the grave, the wreck, and the sea in Sandag Bay.

And yet Heaven knows that what I did was for the best.
My uncle Gordon saw in what direction, horrible to him, the chase was driving him.

He doubled, darting to the right and left; but high as the fever ran in his veins, the black was still the swifter.

Turn where he would, he was still forestalled, still driven toward the scene of his crime.

Suddenly he began to shriek aloud, so that the coast re-echoed; and now both I and Rorie were calling on the black to stop.