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398 soaked in a green-streaked red deluge. My mouth free, I found strength once more to yell, but now a note of battle and triumph in the cry!

Slashing and hacking, I gained my feet. Now I seemed to swim in a sea of blood, as sinking the knife to the hilt again and again, I finally freed my legs. And even as I had used my mouth the instant I had cleared it, so now I used my legs. Stumbling, groping, crying, laughing, I ran.

Don't ask me how I found my way out of the trackless swamp, nor how I reached the farmhouse; nor how—praise be!—I got aboard the train. Don't ask me anything about the woods, the swamps, the awful, fear some, evil country.

I am in the city now, and here I stay.

