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Beyond
his
post
the
path
broadened
out
,
and
the
horses
were
able
to
break
into
a
trot
.
Looking
back
,
they
could
see
the
solitary
watcher
leaning
upon
his
gun
,
and
knew
that
they
had
passed
the
outlying
post
of
the
chosen
people
,
and
that
freedom
lay
before
them
.
All
night
their
course
lay
through
intricate
defiles
and
over
irregular
and
rock-strewn
paths
.
More
than
once
they
lost
their
way
,
but
Hope
's
intimate
knowledge
of
the
mountains
enabled
them
to
regain
the
track
once
more
.
When
morning
broke
,
a
scene
of
marvellous
though
savage
beauty
lay
before
them
.
In
every
direction
the
great
snow-capped
peaks
hemmed
them
in
,
peeping
over
each
other
's
shoulders
to
the
far
horizon
.
So
steep
were
the
rocky
banks
on
either
side
of
them
,
that
the
larch
and
the
pine
seemed
to
be
suspended
over
their
heads
,
and
to
need
only
a
gust
of
wind
to
come
hurtling
down
upon
them
.
Nor
was
the
fear
entirely
an
illusion
,
for
the
barren
valley
was
thickly
strewn
with
trees
and
boulders
which
had
fallen
in
a
similar
manner
.
Even
as
they
passed
,
a
great
rock
came
thundering
down
with
a
hoarse
rattle
which
woke
the
echoes
in
the
silent
gorges
,
and
startled
the
weary
horses
into
a
gallop
.
As
the
sun
rose
slowly
above
the
eastern
horizon
,
the
caps
of
the
great
mountains
lit
up
one
after
the
other
,
like
lamps
at
a
festival
,
until
they
were
all
ruddy
and
glowing
.
The
magnificent
spectacle
cheered
the
hearts
of
the
three
fugitives
and
gave
them
fresh
energy
.
At
a
wild
torrent
which
swept
out
of
a
ravine
they
called
a
halt
and
watered
their
horses
,
while
they
partook
of
a
hasty
breakfast
.
Lucy
and
her
father
would
fain
have
rested
longer
,
but
Jefferson
Hope
was
inexorable
.
"
They
will
be
upon
our
track
by
this
time
,
"
he
said
.
"
Everything
depends
upon
our
speed
.
Once
safe
in
Carson
we
may
rest
for
the
remainder
of
our
lives
.
"
During
the
whole
of
that
day
they
struggled
on
through
the
defiles
,
and
by
evening
they
calculated
that
they
were
more
than
thirty
miles
from
their
enemies
.
At
night-time
they
chose
the
base
of
a
beetling
crag
,
where
the
rocks
offered
some
protection
from
the
chill
wind
,
and
there
huddled
together
for
warmth
,
they
enjoyed
a
few
hours
'
sleep
.
Before
daybreak
,
however
,
they
were
up
and
on
their
way
once
more
.
They
had
seen
no
signs
of
any
pursuers
,
and
Jefferson
Hope
began
to
think
that
they
were
fairly
out
of
the
reach
of
the
terrible
organization
whose
enmity
they
had
incurred
.
He
little
knew
how
far
that
iron
grasp
could
reach
,
or
how
soon
it
was
to
close
upon
them
and
crush
them
.
About
the
middle
of
the
second
day
of
their
flight
their
scanty
store
of
provisions
began
to
run
out
.
This
gave
the
hunter
little
uneasiness
,
however
,
for
there
was
game
to
be
had
among
the
mountains
,
and
he
had
frequently
before
had
to
depend
upon
his
rifle
for
the
needs
of
life
.
Choosing
a
sheltered
nook
,
he
piled
together
a
few
dried
branches
and
made
a
blazing
fire
,
at
which
his
companions
might
warm
themselves
,
for
they
were
now
nearly
five
thousand
feet
above
the
sea
level
,
and
the
air
was
bitter
and
keen
.
Having
tethered
the
horses
,
and
bade
Lucy
adieu
,
he
threw
his
gun
over
his
shoulder
,
and
set
out
in
search
of
whatever
chance
might
throw
in
his
way
.
Looking
back
he
saw
the
old
man
and
the
young
girl
crouching
over
the
blazing
fire
,
while
the
three
animals
stood
motionless
in
the
back-ground
.
Then
the
intervening
rocks
hid
them
from
his
view
.
He
walked
for
a
couple
of
miles
through
one
ravine
after
another
without
success
,
though
from
the
marks
upon
the
bark
of
the
trees
,
and
other
indications
,
he
judged
that
there
were
numerous
bears
in
the
vicinity
.
At
last
,
after
two
or
three
hours
'
fruitless
search
,
he
was
thinking
of
turning
back
in
despair
,
when
casting
his
eyes
upwards
he
saw
a
sight
which
sent
a
thrill
of
pleasure
through
his
heart
.
On
the
edge
of
a
jutting
pinnacle
,
three
or
four
hundred
feet
above
him
,
there
stood
a
creature
somewhat
resembling
a
sheep
in
appearance
,
but
armed
with
a
pair
of
gigantic
horns
.
The
big-horn
--
for
so
it
is
called
--
was
acting
,
probably
,
as
a
guardian
over
a
flock
which
were
invisible
to
the
hunter
;
but
fortunately
it
was
heading
in
the
opposite
direction
,
and
had
not
perceived
him
.
Lying
on
his
face
,
he
rested
his
rifle
upon
a
rock
,
and
took
a
long
and
steady
aim
before
drawing
the
trigger
.
The
animal
sprang
into
the
air
,
tottered
for
a
moment
upon
the
edge
of
the
precipice
,
and
then
came
crashing
down
into
the
valley
beneath
.
The
creature
was
too
unwieldy
to
lift
,
so
the
hunter
contented
himself
with
cutting
away
one
haunch
and
part
of
the
flank
.
With
this
trophy
over
his
shoulder
,
he
hastened
to
retrace
his
steps
,
for
the
evening
was
already
drawing
in
.
He
had
hardly
started
,
however
,
before
he
realized
the
difficulty
which
faced
him
.
In
his
eagerness
he
had
wandered
far
past
the
ravines
which
were
known
to
him
,
and
it
was
no
easy
matter
to
pick
out
the
path
which
he
had
taken
.
The
valley
in
which
he
found
himself
divided
and
sub-divided
into
many
gorges
,
which
were
so
like
each
other
that
it
was
impossible
to
distinguish
one
from
the
other
.
He
followed
one
for
a
mile
or
more
until
he
came
to
a
mountain
torrent
which
he
was
sure
that
he
had
never
seen
before
.
Convinced
that
he
had
taken
the
wrong
turn
,
he
tried
another
,
but
with
the
same
result
.
Night
was
coming
on
rapidly
,
and
it
was
almost
dark
before
he
at
last
found
himself
in
a
defile
which
was
familiar
to
him
.
Even
then
it
was
no
easy
matter
to
keep
to
the
right
track
,
for
the
moon
had
not
yet
risen
,
and
the
high
cliffs
on
either
side
made
the
obscurity
more
profound
.
Weighed
down
with
his
burden
,
and
weary
from
his
exertions
,
he
stumbled
along
,
keeping
up
his
heart
by
the
reflection
that
every
step
brought
him
nearer
to
Lucy
,
and
that
he
carried
with
him
enough
to
ensure
them
food
for
the
remainder
of
their
journey
.
He
had
now
come
to
the
mouth
of
the
very
defile
in
which
he
had
left
them
.
Even
in
the
darkness
he
could
recognize
the
outline
of
the
cliffs
which
bounded
it
.
They
must
,
he
reflected
,
be
awaiting
him
anxiously
,
for
he
had
been
absent
nearly
five
hours
.
In
the
gladness
of
his
heart
he
put
his
hands
to
his
mouth
and
made
the
glen
re-echo
to
a
loud
halloo
as
a
signal
that
he
was
coming
.
He
paused
and
listened
for
an
answer
.
None
came
save
his
own
cry
,
which
clattered
up
the
dreary
silent
ravines
,
and
was
borne
back
to
his
ears
in
countless
repetitions
.
Again
he
shouted
,
even
louder
than
before
,
and
again
no
whisper
came
back
from
the
friends
whom
he
had
left
such
a
short
time
ago
.
A
vague
,
nameless
dread
came
over
him
,
and
he
hurried
onwards
frantically
,
dropping
the
precious
food
in
his
agitation
.
