"Here," replied Bonny, diving as he spoke into a bed of ferns. Alaric
followed, and as they flattened themselves to the ground, barely
concealed by the green tips nodding above their backs, the madman leaped
into the space they had just vacated, and stood so close to them that
they could have reached out and touched him. His cap had disappeared,
his hair streamed over his shoulders like a tawny mane; his clothing was
torn, a scratch had streaked his face with blood, and his deep-set eyes
shone with the wild light of insanity. He had flung away his rifle; but
his right hand clutched a knife, keen, and long-bladed. The crouching
lads held their breaths as he paused for an instant beside them. Then,
uttering a snarling cry, he dashed on, and with cautiously lifted heads
they watched him out of sight.
"Whew!" ejaculated Bonny, "that was a close call. But I say, Rick, this
business of running away and being chased seems quite like old times,
don't it?"
"Yes," answered Alaric, with a shuddering sigh of mingled relief and
apprehension, "it certainly does, and this is the worst of all. But what
shall we do now?"
"I don't know of anything else but to keep right on down hill after
going far enough to one side to give his course a wide berth. I'd like
awfully to have some breakfast, but I wouldn't go back to that camp for
it if it were the only place in the world. I'd about as soon starve as
eat another mouthful of goat, anyway. We are sure to come out somewhere,
though, if we only stick to a downward course long enough."
So the boys bore to the right, and within a few minutes had the
satisfaction of noting certain gleamings through the trees that
betokened some kind of an opening. Guided by these, they soon came to a
ridge of bowlders and gravel, forming one of the lateral moraines of a
glacier that lay in glistening whiteness beyond.
"We might as well follow along its edge," suggested Bonny; "for all
these glaciers seem to run down hill, and, bad as the walking is over
mud and rocks, we can make better time here than through the woods."
[Illustration: THEY WERE PARALYZED WITH TERROR TO SEE THE MADMAN
GRINNING HORRIBLY.]
They had not gone more than a mile in this fashion, and believing that
they had successfully eluded their pursuer, were rapidly recovering from
their recent fright, when they were startled by a cry like that of a
wild beast close at hand. Glancing up, they were nearly paralyzed with
terror to see the madman grinning horribly with delight at having
discovered them, and about to rush down the steep slope to where they
stood.
There was but an instant of hesitation, and then both lads sprang out on
the rugged surface of the glacier, and made a dash for its far-away
opposite side.
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