Run! the man thought. Move! Faster! I can't stop now.
Over the man's head the night sky was black and cold, and in front of him were the trees...five hundred metres away.
I can hide there, the man thought. I can hide in those trees. They can't see me in the trees.
He looked behind him. He could see the lights. There were five or six men. They ran fast, and their lights moved up and down. They were not far away now. He could hear their feed on the ground.