Cabinet system -- Great Britain -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- Fiction
He had come to a belt of water where the tide set inward very rapidly,
along a gulley or deep of the shore water. It was a godsend to him, for
his pursuers were still in the outer tide. He was now not a quarter
of a mile from the water-mark, and still going strong, with perhaps
two hundred yards between the boat and him; he could not feel their
hot breath upon his neck, but he could hear the rhythmic yell of the
officer astern, criticising the moral characters of his crew with a
regular emphatic cadence that followed the stroke of the oars ... when
his cold, numbed right foot struck something; then his left struck
sand: ... It was England! And the English statesman, like Antæus, was
glad and was refreshed.
He stumbled along out of it--the water on the shelving sand was here
not three feet deep. He stumbled and raced along through the splashing
water. It fell to his knees, to his shins, to his ankles, and he was on
dry land!
A very pretty problem for the amateur tactician learned in the matter
of landing-parties, was here presented. The dinghy must ground far out:
she could not be abandoned; it was an even race, and his pursuers would
be one man short from the necessity of leaving some one in a boat which
had grounded too far out for beaching.
Some such combination occurred in a confused way to Demaine, but
he had no time for following it up. He did what he had done more
than once in the last unhappy days--he ran. His numbed feet suffered
agonies upon the shingle above the sand, but he ran straight inland,
he crossed a rough road, went stumbling over a salted field, and made
for a wind-driven and scraggy spinney that lay some half a mile inland,
defying the sea winds. As he approached that spinney he saw two men
from the boat just coming full tilt over the ridge of the sea road; as
he plunged into it they were in the midst of the field beyond.
The undergrowth in the spinney was thick, but Demaine had the sense to
double, and he crept cautiously but rapidly along, separating the thick
branches as noiselessly as he could, and bearing heroically with the
innumerable brambles that tore his flesh. He halted a moment to look
through a somewhat thinner place towards the field, and there, to his
considerable astonishment, he perceived the two sailor-men dawdling
along in amicable converse and apparently taking their time, as though
they were out upon a holiday rather than in the pursuit of a criminal.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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