Andrew, tired and hungry, failed to see how the decisive blow could be given: there did not seem to be much probability of his ever coming to close quarters with his enemy. So far as his brief experience went, injustice was singularly hard to vanquish and the reformer's path rough. "Couldn't we work around the hills to the other fork?" he asked. "The grub would run out before we got there." "I suppose we couldn't push straight across, leaving Graham until we came back?" "We might, if we had time enough. I believe there's forty miles of this broken country. Look at it!" Andrew had already done so, and it had daunted him. He remembered that they had been since sunrise reaching the top of the first ridge. "Then what must be done?" "My advice is to look for the second cache." They turned back, following the crest until they found an easier but longer way down. Graham glanced at them sharply when they reached the camp, and guessed the truth, though Andrew tried to smile. "Leave me behind," he urged. "No," said Andrew firmly; "not while we have strength enough to haul the sled. There's no more to be said on that point. We're going on together to the gap in the long ridge." "When do you mean to start?" "Right now!" Carnally broke in. "Get the camp truck rolled up. We'll have mighty keen appetites before we make the cache." In quarter of an hour they crossed the creek and toiled up a broken slope, and when they gained the top Andrew looked back at the island with a grim smile. "Yesterday afternoon I came up that river at four miles an hour, looking forward to my supper like an epicure. Now I'm glad to see the last of the place." "Quit talking!" said Carnally. "We can make a few minutes by a hustle down the pitch ahead." They went down, stumbling and sliding, while Graham clung tightly to the lurching sled. Time was of vital importance to them now, for its flight could be measured by the exhaustion of their food supply. For the hour or two of daylight that remained Carnally drove his comrade hard, and it was with a strange savage hilarity that they rushed the sled down declivities and dragged it with many a crash and bump through thickets. Their course was roughly south and any deviation was intolerable. Night closed in, but it was far from dark and they held on until Andrew stumbled and fell. The sled struck him before he could get up, but a hard smile was on his lips when he rose shakily and looked about. There was an uncovered rock not far off with a few junipers growing beside it. "This is far enough, Jake," he said. "You're bad to tire, but I don't suppose you feel equal to hauling another passenger."