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But the watershed of any engine whatever may be its donkey-power, and whatever that name implies slops back where a closed spout changes suddenly to an open gutter, and sets up independent lakes and rivers. This one sent its overflow towards Sapps Court, the incline favouring its distribution along the gutter of the cul-de-sac, which lay a little lower than the main street it opened out of.
But the outside, and the darkest corner of the cul-de-sac whence the stage door of the Orpheum Music Hall was reached, satisfied Stafford King. He drew further into the shadow at sight of the figure which picked a finicking way along the passage and paused only at the open doorway to furl his umbrella.
The pig, of course, made desperate efforts to escape from the cul-de-sac in which he found himself. His only hope was to get back into the woods on the point. Benjy kept him headed off successfully, and I began to edge up, watching my chance for a shot. Suddenly the pig came dashing straight toward me oblivious, I suppose, to everything but the white snapping terror at his heels.
The reason for their inaction was soon made clear. I had not gone a hundred yards before I reached the limit of my run the head of the gulch which I had mistaken for a canon. It terminated in a concave breast of rock, nearly vertical and destitute of vegetation. In that cul-de-sac I was caught like a bear in a pen. Pursuit was needless; they had only to wait. "They waited.
John fancied that the best way out of this unpleasant cul-de-sac was by adopting a little energetic bluffing. "What do you mean by cross-examining me in my own house?" he cried, with affected hauteur, springing from the sofa. The magistrate rose at the same time. "Pardon me, but I am here not as a visitor, but in my official capacity as your judge."
We plodded along, and having with much deliberation taken the wrong road, we found ourselves about nightfall at the bottom of the canon, in a perfect cul-de-sac. The bluffs ahead of us crowded close to the river, stretching their rocky knees straight down into deep water, and making no lap at all for our wagon to go over. And now, with this sweet prospect before us, it came on steadily to rain.
"The confusion of the town is immense. It is a labyrinth of winding alley often ending in a cul-de-sac.
The insurgents entered by the little door in the Cul-de-sac Guemenee." "And my family?" I inquired. "They are safe." "How do you know?" "I have just come from there. Not being known I was able to get over the barricades and make my way here. Your family first took refuge in the Mairie. I was there, too. Seeing that the danger was over I advised Mme. Victor Hugo to seek some other asylum.
Referring this question to her mother, she told me it had been taken from some people who had left Cambridge, and "Mother thought they were both dead now." This was a second cul-de-sac for me! But I was determined to go on with my investigations, simply grounded upon the strong conviction that such repeated experiences must have some foundation in fact. The girl saw I looked disappointed.
She had only spoken to try and stifle the inner conviction that grew despite her efforts to crush it. Her hands were locked together tightly, her eyes still staring out unseeing at the wonderful sunset. She felt dazed, hopeless, like a fugitive who has turned into a cul-de-sac, hemmed in on every side; there seemed no way out, no loophole of escape.
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