RUSS SITTELL IN ACTION I ran like one possessed of devils down that rough slope, hurdling the stones and crashing through the brush, with a sound in my ears that was not all the rush of the wind.

When I reached a level I kept running; but something dragged at me.

I slowed down to a walk.

Never in my life had I been victim of such sensation.

I must flee from something that was drawing me back.