But it led him to one of those broad, straight avenues where carriages and bicycles, the whole afternoon pageant of society, swept past under the mild and cloudy sky.

So he returned to the thickets, fell once more upon the keepers, lost all notion of the direction he took, and even all power of thought, becoming a mere thing carried along and thrown hither and thither by the chances of the pursuit which pressed more and more closely upon him.

Star-like crossways followed one upon other, and at last he came to a broad lawn, where the full light dazzled him.

And there he suddenly felt the hot, panting breath of his pursuers close in the rear.

Eager, hungry breath it was, like that of hounds seeking to devour him.