She recalled, sitting there on the High School steps, just how she touched every other tie as she ran, and the life-time of horror she felt in the one second when she slipped and fell within ten feet of the other end of the bridge and said to herself, It is all over. And the next second she was on her feet again, feeling the hot breath of the monster as it came charging into the opening, and she was outside, half way down the bank up to her ankles in the sand and cinders sobbing hysterically and yet with a curious feeling of pride over her escape and a half formed promise to try it again, such as one feels, they say, who has charged up a hill in battle and escaped unhurt among the bullets that have killed half the regiment.