For a moment the
bewildering surprise of this new situation left his brain in a whirl of
uncertainty. He could remember no spot in which he might hope to
secrete himself safely; the rock wall of that narrow passageway
afforded no possible concealment against the reflection of the
foreman's glaring lamp. But he must get beyond sight and sound of
those others before the inevitable meeting and the probable struggle
occurred. This became the one insistent thought which sent him
scurrying back into the gloom, recklessly accepting every chance of
encountering obstacles in his haste. At the second curve he paused,
panting heavily from the excitement of his hard run, and leaned against
the face of the rock, peering anxiously back toward that fast
approaching flicker of light. The angry foreman came crunching
savagely along, his heavy boots resounding upon the hard floor, the
hickory club in his hand occasionally striking against the wall as
though he imagined himself already belaboring the recreant Swanson.
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