Once on the ridge the five pursuers shouted; they knew they should have him now there were no more hills to breast.
It was not so easy as they imagined.
Felix was in splendid training; he kept his lead, and even drew a little on them.

Still he knew in time he must succumb, just as the stag, though swifter of foot, ultimately succumbs to the hounds.

They would track him till they had him.

If only he could gain enough to have time to string and bend his bow! But with all his efforts he could not get away more than the hundred yards, and that was not far enough.

It could be traversed in ten seconds, they would have him before he could string it and fit an arrow.