The light beneath him was reflected in his small, cunning eyes which
peered fiercely to right and left through the darkness like a crafty and
savage animal who has heard the steps of the hunters.
Something had aroused his suspicions. We both sprang forward. He screamed
out a curse and hurled a rock which splintered up against the boulder
which had shelterd us. He turned and ran, the moon breaking through
the clouds at that moment and revealing his short, squat, strongly built
figure. He sprang over the stones like a mountain goat. I might have
crippled him with my revolver, but I had brought it for defence, not
to shoot an unarmed man who was running away. We were both swift runners,
and in fairly good training, but we soon found we had no chance of
overtaking him. He became a small speck on the distant hill, and finally
we stopped and sat panting on two rocks as we watched him disappear.
