The flight of a gull on unstirring wings when
the wind buoys it, the glide of water over the descent of smooth rock, with
never a ripple, like all things effortless, swift, and free, such was the
gait of Satan as he fled. Let them spur the fresh horses from Caswell City
till their flanks dripped red, they would never gain on him.
On through the hills, and now the heave of his great breaths told of the
strain, down like an arrow into the rolling ground, and now they galloped
beside the Asper banks. The master looked darkly upon that water.
Ten days before, when the snows had not yet reached the climax of melting,
ten days later when that climax was overpassed, the Asper would have been
fordable, but now a brown flood stormed along the gully, ate away the
banks, undermined the willows here and there, and rolled stones larger than
a man could lift. It went with an angry shouting as if it defied the
fugitive. It was narrow, maddeningly narrow, almost small enough to attempt
a leap across to the safety of the thickets on the farther side, but the
force of the water alone was enough to warn the bravest swimmer away, and
here and there, like teeth in the mouth of the shark, jagged stones cut the
surface with white foam streaking out below them; as if to prove its power,
even while Dan turned South along the bank a dead trunk shot down the
stream and split on one of the Asper's teeth.
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