The distance between them was lessening.
And now he could hear Lenoir's menaces quite plainly as the coiner gained upon him.
"I shall have you directly, and I shall beat your skull in!" the Frenchman said.
Murray's craven heart leapt to his mouth.
Already he felt as if his cranium was cracked by the brutal fist of the savage coiner.
Fear lent him wings.
He put on a spurt.
"Oh, if I had but a pistol," thought Murray; "what a fool I was to come unarmed on such a job as this."
He partially flagged again.
The distance between them was still decreasing.