Then I looked back. Coming over the mounds, and outlined black
against the glare of the Parisian horizon, I saw several moving
figures, and still a way to the right several more deploying out
between me and my destination. They evidently meant to cut me off
in this direction, and so my choice became constricted; it lay now
between going straight ahead or turning to the left. Stooping to
the ground, so as to get the advantage of the horizon as a line of
sight, I looked carefully in this direction, but could detect no
sign of my enemies. I argued that as they had not guarded or were
not trying to guard that point, there was evidently danger to me
there already. So I made up my mind to go straight on before
me.
It was not an inviting prospect, and as I went on the reality
grew wo
