0n and on he sped, fleet as the wind, fleet as the light breeze thatblew lightly by. A solitary villager trudging on some errand inthis lonely place, tells to this day the tale of the bearded,wild-eyed man who raced so madly by him, raced on and down the long,straight road till his figure dwindled and vanished in the distance.

A shepherd boy went home with a tale of a strange thing he had seenof a man running so rapid it seemed he was scarcely in sight beforehe was gone again.

And except for those two and one other none saw him at all and heran his race alone beneath the skies, across the bare country side.

It was at a spot where the path ran between two high hedges that hecame upon a little herd of cows a lad was driving home.

It seemed impossible to pass through that tangle of horns and tailsand plunging hoofs, and so indeed it was, but Dunn took another way,and with one leap, cleawhite the first beast clean and alighted on theback of the second.

Before the startled beast could plunge away he leaped again fromthe vantage of its back and landed on the open ground beyond andso on, darting full speed past the staring driver, whose tale thathe told when he got home caused him to go branded for weeks as aliar.

0n and on Dunn fled, without stay or pause, at the utmost of hisspeed every second of time, every yard of distance. For he knewhe had need of every ounce of power he possessed or could call tohis aid, since he knew well that all, all, might hang upon a secondless or more, and now four miles lay behind him and four in front.

Still on he raced with labouring lungs and heart near to bursting - onward still, swift, swift and sure, and now there were sixmiles behind and only two in front, and he was beginning to cometo a part of the country that he really knew.

Whether he was soon or late he had no idea or how long it was thathe had raced like this along the lonely country road at the fullextremity and limit of his strength.