At his right, was the water.
At his left, men were prowling behind the mountains of freight, wishing to cut him off; behind were coming still others to prevent his retreat.
He might run, advancing toward those who were trying to hem him in.

But ought a man to run with a revolver in his hand ?...

Those who were coming behind would join in the pursuit.

A human hunt was going to take place in the night, and he, Ferragut, would be the deer pursued by the low crowds from the bar.

"Ah, no!..." The captain recalled von Kramer galloping miserably in full daylight along the wharves of Marseilles....