at had felt no need for that aid;
and now it seemed the only means by which to restrain his heart
from swelling beyond the compass of his body, by which to cherish
his brain from dwindling and shrivelling quite away. Some
sharp-toothed creature kept tearing and dragging on his maimed
left hand; he never could see it, he could not shake it off; but
he prayed it off at times.

The clear stars before him took to shuddering, and he knew why:
they shuddered at sight of what was behind him. He had never
divined before that strange things hid themselves from men under
pretence of being snow-clad mounds or swaying trees; but now they
came slipping out from their harmless covers to follow him, and
mock at his impotence to make a kindred Thing resolve to truer
form. He knew the air behind him was thronged; he heard the hum of
innumerable murmurings together; but his eyes could never catch
them, they were too swift and nimble. Yet he knew they were there,
because, on a backward glance, he saw the snow mounds surge as
they grovelled flatlings out of sight; he saw the trees reel as
they screwed themselves rigid past recognition among the boughs.

And after such glance the stars for awhile returned to
steadfastness, and an infinite stretch of silence froze upon the
chill grey world, only deranged by the swift even beat of the
flying feet, and his own--slower from the longer stride, and the
sound of his breath. And for some clear moments he knew that his
only concern was, to sustain his speed regardless of pain and
distress, to deny with every nerve he had her power to outstrip
him or to widen the space between them, till the stars crept up to
midnight. Then out again would come that crowd invisible, humming
and hustling behind, dense and dark enough, he knew, to blot out
the stars at his back, yet ever skipping and jerking from his
sight.

A hideous check came to the race. White Fell swirled about and
leapt to the right, and Christian, unprepared for so prompt a
lurch, found close at his feet a deep pit yawning, and his own
impetus past control. But he snatched at her as he bore past,
clasping her right arm with his one whole hand, and the two swung
together upon the brink.

And her straining away in self preservation was vigorous enough to
counter-balance his headlong impulse, and brought them reeling
together to safety.

Then, before he was verily sure that they were not to perish so,
crashing down, he saw her gnashing in