His intelligence told him that every hour lessened his chances for escape.
He had little enough chance in any case, and that was what made another attempt so desperately hard.

Still it was not love of life that bound him.

There would come an hour, sooner or later, when he would wrench decision out of this chaos of emotion and thought.

But that time was not yet.

He had remained quiet long enough to cool off and recover from his run he found that he was tired.