I was free at a high price.

I ran after them, of course, but they were nowhere in sight when I

reached the parallel wharf, and so I started for the street; and Anson

C. Doughty saw me, for he was running up and down the sidewalk, wildly

hunting for a policeman. When he undertook to head me off I pitched the

wrapped skull at him with all my might; it plunked him squarely in the

face and dropped him, and then went bounding along the pavement at a

lively clip. I was conscious that a lot of people were looking on and

that a hullabaloo was started. But in spite of that I stopped to pick

up the skull before I fled from the place. I reckon I must have felt

considerable of a sense of responsibility where the interests of my

friends, the Voses, were concerned!

I got through a short street on the jump, caught a passing car and when

I was once aboard I was lost to pursuers--I was merely one of the city’s

mass, and my garments testified for me.

I dug down into my pockets and found a few crumpled bills and some

silver--the loose money I carried outside my wallet. The whole of it

amounted to mighty little--only about enough to take me to Levant, as I

remembered what the train fare had been.

I did not stop to figure on any further resources; I did not dare to go

and seek aid from any of my acquaintances; I did not go back to my room

for any of my belongings. Panic was on me. To be caught at that time

meant the toppling of my cardboard house of hopes and reputation. I

did not know to what extent Anson C. Doughty would throw out his

drag-net--but I was pretty sure that he would drop all his other

business for a time and attend strictly to what concerned me. He surely

was the angriest man I had seen in many a day when he went down under

the impact of that package.

To get out of that city just as quickly as I could, before he could set

persons on my trail, or put spies at the city’s outlets, was the only

sensible course open to me.

So in less than half an hour I found myself on the train, homeward

bound, just as much of a fugitive _from_ the city as I had been in other

days when I headed _toward_ it.

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