I think some one came up to me, and congratulated me on my coolness in dealing with the man who had insulted me so; but I did not listen--I could not.

An overmastering impulse laid hold of me to follow the Egyptian, and I dimly remember going into the hall and out into the silent night.
I knew the probability was that I should be followed, but I did not know where to go, when I seemed to hear voices all around me uttering the words "Drearwater Pond!" With that I started running with all my might, knowing not where, yet dimly remembering that I had gone the road before.

Then all memory and consciousness ceased..