To proceed thither across the bare expanse of the race-course and training ground was not for a moment to be thought of.
So Salvat still ran on and on.

But on reaching the Allee de Longchamp he found it guarded like the other roads, and therefore had to relinquish his plan of escaping by way of Madrid and the river-bank.

While he was perforce making a bend alongside the Pre Catelan, he became aware that the keepers, led by detectives, were drawing yet nearer to him, confining his movements to a smaller and smaller area.

And his race soon acquired all the frenzy of despair.

Haggard and breathless he leapt mounds, rushed past multitudinous obstacles.