Bogota! Put down that spade, and come off the grass The last order, grotesque in its urban familiarity, produced a gust of anger."I'll hurt you," he said, sobbing with emotion."By Heaven, I'll hurt you. Leave me alone!' run, not knowing clearly where to run. He ran from the nearest blind man, because it was a horror to hit him. He stopped, and then made a dash to escape from their closing ranks. He made for where a gap was wide, and the men on either side, with quick perception of the approach of his pa rushed in on one another. He sprang forward, and then saw must be caught, and swish! The spade had struck. He felt the soft thud of hand and arm, and the man was down with a yell of pain, and he was through H. G. Wells The Country of the Blind.