Guy Boothby,
Doctor Nikola (Windsor Magazine…
(1896)
“ If our enemies were pursuing us with these brutes our case was indeed a hopeless one. “Get up!” cried Nikola, “They are hunting us down with the dogs. Up the hill for your life!” The words were no sooner out of his mouth than we were racing up the hill like hares. Up and up we went, scrambling from rock to rock and bank to bank till my legs felt as if they could go no further. Though it was but little over a hundred yards from our hiding-place into the wood at the summit it seemed like miles. ”
