“Let’s see what is on the other side of the mountain,” proposed Gale to Valerie.
“All right,” she agreed readily, getting up from her knees where she had been putting another piece of wood on the fire.
“Or are you too tired?” Gale asked suddenly, remembering that Val couldn’t keep going as incessantly as the rest of them.
“Of course I’m not too tired for that short walk,” Val said stoutly. “Come along.”
“When supper is ready give us a halloo,” directed Gale as the two started out.
“You’re taking awful chances,” Carol declared mischievously, “we might eat all the supper without you.”
“You had better not!” Gale warned laughingly.
The two walked leisurely, enjoying the glorious hues of the sunset. In the west the sky was a maze of colors as the last rays of the sun flashed on the banked clouds. The gurgling of the little stream by which they walked was the only sound other than that of their footsteps that they heard. Yet Gale had the uncanny feeling that eyes were watching them. Once she turned to look back at the others in camp. They were all busy with something or other. No one was watching her and Val. Yet that peculiar feeling persisted.
Directly beneath the overhanging boulder they paused to look up at it. It hung menacingly over them. They took a few steps forward when something made Gale look up again. Certainly her eyes had not played a trick on her! The rock had actually wavered. It was falling!
“Run, Val, run,” she shouted, at the same time grasping her friend’s arm and pulling her along.