and chairs. Persistently, as if he understood the young man's
manoeuvres, the squat individual kept to the window side of the room.

An inspiration brought the affair to an end. Hawksley snatched up
the bedclothes and threw them as the ancient retiarius threw his net.
He managed to win to the lower platform of the fire escape before
Quasimodo emerged.

There was a fourteen-foot drop to the street, and the man with the
golden stubble on his chin and cheeks swung for a moment to gauge
his landing. Quasimodo came after with the agility of an ape.
The race down the street began with about a hundred yards in between.

Down the hill they went, like phantoms. The distance did not widen.
Bears will run amazingly fast and for a long while. The quarry cut
into Pearl Street for a block, turned a corner, and soon vaguely
espied the Hudson River. He made for this.

To the mind of Quasimodo this flight had but one significance - he
was dealing with an arrant coward; and he based his subsequent acts
upon this premise, forgetting that brave men run when need says must.
It would have surprised him exceedingly to learn that he was not
driving, that he was being led. Hawksley wanted his enemy alone,
where no one would see to interfere. Red torches and hobnailed
boots! For once the two bloods, always more or less at war, merged
in a common purpose - to kill this beast, to grind the face of him
into pulp! Red torches and hobnailed boots!

Presently one of the huge passenger boats, moored for the winter,
loomed up through the fog; and toward this Hawksley directed his