The Shadow over Insmoth by H.P. Lovecraft, Red by Mike Bennett.

My frantic running

My frantic running ceased before I had covered a block, for at my left I began to hear something like the hue and cry of organized pursuit.

They were footsteps and guttural sounds and a rattling motor weezed south along Federal Street. In a second all my plans were

utterly changed, for if the Southwood Highway were blocked ahead of me, I must clearly find

another egress from Insmoth. I paused and drew into a gaping doorway,

reflecting how lucky I was to have left the moonlit open space before these pursuers came down the parallel street. A second reflection was less comforting.

Since the pursuit was down another street, it was plain that the party was not following me directly.

It had not seen me, but was simply obeying a general plan of cutting off my escape.

This however, implied that all roads leading out of Insmoth was similarly patrolled, for the people could not have known what

route I intended to take. If this were so, I would have to make my retreat across the country,

away from any road. But how could I do that in view of the marshy and creek-riddled

nature of the surrounding region? For a moment my brain reeled both from sheer hopelessness and from a rapid increase in the

omnipressant fishy odor. Then I thought of the abandoned railway to Rowley,

whose solid line of ballasted weed-grown earth still stretched off to the northwest from the crumbling station on the edge of the river gorge.

There was just a chance that the townsfolk would not think of that since its briar choked desertion

made it half impossible and the unlikeliest of all avenues for a fugitive to choose.

I had seen it clearly from my hotel window and knew about how it lay.

Most of its earlier length was uncomfortably visible from the Rowley Road and from high places in the town itself,

but one could, perhaps, crawl inconspicuously through the undergrowth.

At any rate, it would form my only chance of deliverance, and there was nothing to do, but try it. Drawing inside the hall of my deserted shelter, I once more consulted the Grocery Boys

map with the aid of the flashlight.

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