He was like a boy who leaves his strength untested for several years and when the crisis comes finds himself a man.

So the red-chestnut marvelled at the new wells of strength which he was draining as he ran.

That power which the Mexican had kept at low tide with his systematic brutality was now developed to the full, very near; and to Alcatraz it seemed exhaustless.

He did not stop to look about until two miles of climbing up the steep sides of the Eagles had winded him.
He had risen above the foothills and the more laborious slopes of the Eagles lifted at angles sheer and more sheer towards the top.

But decidedly he must cross the mountains.