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Emerging
into
the
hill-road
,
Kemp
naturally
took
the
downward
direction
,
and
so
it
was
he
came
to
run
in
his
own
person
the
very
race
he
had
watched
with
such
a
critical
eye
from
the
belvedere
study
only
four
days
ago
.
He
ran
it
well
,
for
a
man
out
of
training
,
and
though
his
face
was
white
and
wet
,
his
wits
were
cool
to
the
last
.
He
ran
with
wide
strides
,
and
wherever
a
patch
of
rough
ground
intervened
,
wherever
there
came
a
patch
of
raw
flints
,
or
a
bit
of
broken
glass
shone
dazzling
,
he
crossed
it
and
left
the
bare
invisible
feet
that
followed
to
take
what
line
they
would
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
Kemp
discovered
that
the
hill-road
was
indescribably
vast
and
desolate
,
and
that
the
beginnings
of
the
town
far
below
at
the
hill
foot
were
strangely
remote
.
Never
had
there
been
a
slower
or
more
painful
method
of
progression
than
running
.
All
the
gaunt
villas
,
sleeping
in
the
afternoon
sun
,
looked
locked
and
barred
;
no
doubt
they
were
locked
and
barred
--
by
his
own
orders
.
But
at
any
rate
they
might
have
kept
a
lookout
for
an
eventuality
like
this
!
The
town
was
rising
up
now
,
the
sea
had
dropped
out
of
sight
behind
it
,
and
people
down
below
were
stirring
.
A
tram
was
just
arriving
at
the
hill
foot
.
Beyond
that
was
the
police
station
.
Was
that
footsteps
he
heard
behind
him
?
Spurt
.
The
people
below
were
staring
at
him
,
one
or
two
were
running
,
and
his
breath
was
beginning
to
saw
in
his
throat
.
The
tram
was
quite
near
now
,
and
the
"
Jolly
Cricketers
"
was
noisily
barring
its
doors
.
Beyond
the
tram
were
posts
and
heaps
of
gravel
--
the
drainage
works
.
He
had
a
transitory
idea
of
jumping
into
the
tram
and
slamming
the
doors
,
and
then
he
resolved
to
go
for
the
police
station
.
In
another
moment
he
had
passed
the
door
of
the
"
Jolly
Cricketers
,
"
and
was
in
the
blistering
fag
end
of
the
street
,
with
human
beings
about
him
.
The
tram
driver
and
his
helper
--
arrested
by
the
sight
of
his
furious
haste
--
stood
staring
with
the
tram
horses
unhitched
.
Further
on
the
astonished
features
of
navvies
appeared
above
the
mounds
of
gravel
.
His
pace
broke
a
little
,
and
then
he
heard
the
swift
pad
of
his
pursuer
,
and
leapt
forward
again
.
"
The
Invisible
Man
!
"
he
cried
to
the
navvies
,
with
a
vague
indicative
gesture
,
and
by
an
inspiration
leapt
the
excavation
and
placed
a
burly
group
between
him
and
the
chase
.
Then
abandoning
the
idea
of
the
police
station
he
turned
into
a
little
side
street
,
rushed
by
a
greengrocer
's
cart
,
hesitated
for
the
tenth
of
a
second
at
the
door
of
a
sweetstuff
shop
,
and
then
made
for
the
mouth
of
an
alley
that
ran
back
into
the
main
Hill
Street
again
.
Two
or
three
little
children
were
playing
here
,
and
shrieked
and
scattered
at
his
apparition
,
and
forthwith
doors
and
windows
opened
and
excited
mothers
revealed
their
hearts
.
Out
he
shot
into
Hill
Street
again
,
three
hundred
yards
from
the
tram-line
end
,
and
immediately
he
became
aware
of
a
tumultuous
vociferation
and
running
people
.
He
glanced
up
the
street
towards
the
hill
.
Hardly
a
dozen
yards
off
ran
a
huge
navvy
,
cursing
in
fragments
and
slashing
viciously
with
a
spade
,
and
hard
behind
him
came
the
tram
conductor
with
his
fists
clenched
.
Up
the
street
others
followed
these
two
,
striking
and
shouting
.
Down
towards
the
town
,
men
and
women
were
running
,
and
he
noticed
clearly
one
man
coming
out
of
a
shop-door
with
a
stick
in
his
hand
.
"
Spread
out
!
Spread
out
!
"
cried
some
one
.
Kemp
suddenly
grasped
the
altered
condition
of
the
chase
.
He
stopped
,
and
looked
round
,
panting
.
"
He
's
close
here
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Form
a
line
across
--
"
He
was
hit
hard
under
the
ear
,
and
went
reeling
,
trying
to
face
round
towards
his
unseen
antagonist
.
He
just
managed
to
keep
his
feet
,
and
he
struck
a
vain
counter
in
the
air
.
Then
he
was
hit
again
under
the
jaw
,
and
sprawled
headlong
on
the
ground
.
In
another
moment
a
knee
compressed
his
diaphragm
,
and
a
couple
of
eager
hands
gripped
his
throat
,
but
the
grip
of
one
was
weaker
than
the
other
;
he
grasped
the
wrists
,
heard
a
cry
of
pain
from
his
assailant
,
and
then
the
spade
of
the
navvy
came
whirling
through
the
air
above
him
,
and
struck
something
with
a
dull
thud
.
He
felt
a
drop
of
moisture
on
his
face
.
The
grip
at
his
throat
suddenly
relaxed
,
and
with
a
convulsive
effort
,
Kemp
loosed
himself
,
grasped
a
limp
shoulder
,
and
rolled
uppermost
.
He
gripped
the
unseen
elbows
near
the
ground
.
"
I
've
got
him
!
"
screamed
Kemp
.
"
Help
!
Help
--
hold
!
He
's
down
!
Hold
his
feet
!
"
In
another
second
there
was
a
simultaneous
rush
upon
the
struggle
,
and
a
stranger
coming
into
the
road
suddenly
might
have
thought
an
exceptionally
savage
game
of
Rugby
football
was
in
progress
.
And
there
was
no
shouting
after
Kemp
's
cry
--
only
a
sound
of
blows
and
feet
and
heavy
breathing
.
