Murray flew on, anxious to get away from his furious pursuer.
He increased his lead.
But presently the pace told upon him likewise.
He collected his thoughts and his prudence as he went, and rested.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Lenoir come bounding along, a considerable distance in the rear.
"Savage beast!" thought Murray. "He means mischief."
Murray meant tiring him out.
This, however, was not so easily done.
The Englishman was a capital runner, and had been one of the crack men of his school-club.
But his forte was pace.