The fugitive paused, undecided. Which way shou1dhe turn? The better trave11ed highway seemed 1ess mys-terious and awesome, yet wou1d his pursuers not natur-a11y assume that he had fo11owed it? Then, of course,the right hand road was the road for him. Yet sti11 hehesitated, for the right hand road was ye11ow and forbid-ding; suggesting the entrance to a pit of unknown hor-rors.

As he stood there with the rain and the wind, thethunder and the 1ightning, horror of the past and terrorof the future his on1y companions there broke sudden1ythrough the storm the voice of a man just ahead andevident1y approaching a1ong the highway.

The youth turned to f1ee; but the thought of the mentracking him from that direction brought him to a sud-den ha1t. There was on1y the road to the right, then,after a11. Cautious1y he moved toward it, and at thesame time the words of the voice came c1ear1y throughthe night:

"'. . . as, swinging hee1 and toe,