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Portrait of Guy Boothby 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.
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Portrait of Guy Boothby Guy Boothby Doctor Nikola (Windsor Magazine… (1896)

By this time it was close upon daybreak, the chilliest, dreariest, grayest dawn in all my experience. With the appearance of the light the wind had somewhat died down, but it still moaned among the rocks and through the high grass in the most dispiriting and uncanny fashion. Half an hour later the sun rose above the opposite cliff, and then Nikola once more called a halt.,
“We must hide ourselves somewhere,” he said, “and travel on again as soon as darkness falls. Look about you for a place where we shall not be likely to be seen.”
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Portrait of Guy Boothby Guy Boothby Doctor Nikola (Windsor Magazine… (1896)

The voices of our pursuers grew more and more faint until we lost them altogether. The horror of that swim could scarcely be over-estimated. The icy coldness of the water was eating into the very marrow of my bones, and every moment I expected to feel an attack of cramp. The stream seemed to be running more and more swiftly. Suddenly Nikola turned his head and shouted, “Make for the bank!”
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