The mist was still thick, but he now began to feel his strength failing.

He was wounded in the shoulder, he was stabbed in the back, and from both wounds the blood was flowing warm.

Moreover, he looked backwards once over his shoulder and saw a lantern dancing in the road.

He kept doggedly running, though his pace slackened; he heard a shout and an answering shout behind him.

He stumbled onto his knees, picked himself up, and staggered on, labouring his breath, dizzy.