The Devil's Weakness

I thought it somehow unique, that I was able to beat the devil that would have at my soul, not by strength of will, but by out-running him--by feigning, as on a football field, then out—running him around end. For a moment I know that the devil was a human, not a divine, thing. Though it seemed to sap my entire strength, I beat him, and I knew that I would then live. It was as if a slow—moving animal of the plains suddenly discovered that he could outrun his lion pursuer; he would no longer fear to stand and eat.