a cry of anguish from the very bottom of his soul.

And he ran after the monster and hit it on the slenderest part of
its hind-legs in the hope of breaking its shin-bone. With superhuman
strength he felled the giant. Anna was saved, and the pilot held
her in his arms.

"Where shall we go?" he asked. "Home, of course?"

It did not occur to him to ask her whence she had come, for reasons
which we shall learn hereafter.

They walked along the footpath, hand in hand, happy at their
unexpected meeting. When they had gone a little way, Victor suddenly
stood still.

"Just wait a moment," he said. "I must go and have a look at the
bull; I'm sorry for it, poor brute!"

The expression of Anna's face changed, and the corners of her eyes
grew bloodshot. "All right! I'll wait," she said, with a savage
and malicious glance at the pilot.

Victor gazed at her sadly, for he knew that she had told him an
untruth. But he followed her. There was something extraordinary
about her walk, and all at once the whole of his left side grew as
cold as ice.

When they had proceeded a little further, Victor stopped again.