Eastward the dawn flamed red. Night"s last pale, sickly shadows were merged and lost in the grey-blue horizon-line beyond the steppe. Sanine did not waste time in reflection, but, leaving his valise behind him, jumped off the foot-board.
With a noise like thunder the train rushed past him as he fell on to the soft, wet sand of the embankment. The red lamp on the last carriage was a long way off when he rose, laughing.
Sanine uttered a cry of joy. "That"s good!" he exclaimed.
All around him was so free, so vast. Broad, level fields of gra.s.s lay on either side, stretching away to the misty horizon. Sanine drew a deep breath, as with bright eyes he surveyed the s.p.a.cious landscape.
Then he strode forward, facing the jocund, l.u.s.trous dawn; and, as the plain, awaking, a.s.sumed magic tints of blue and green beneath the wide dome of heaven; as the first eastern beams broke on his dazzled sight, it seemed to Sanine that he was moving onward; onward to meet the sun.
THE END