Credo Fitch Harris, Wings of the Wind
“ These voices seemed to arouse Smilax, for he raised himself up on one elbow, whispering:"What time they say?""Ten o'clock," I answered."Good. We fix 'em 'leven; come."So the game was on! I followed silently—and savagely; for, as I have said, the human pawns who stood between me and my maid held no more value than the ants.For about ten minutes our progress went reasonably well, then Smilax slowed to a pace of extreme caution and finally sank to his hands and knees. In this manner we crawled a few hundred yards farther. ”
