“I reckon it was a near thing for me,” Silas admitted. “I was just crawlin’ on to the ledge when the brute lashed out with his fist and tumbled me back into the den again. You fixed him proper.”
Ere long the two reached the end of the tunnel, where Mervyn awaited them.
“We’ll have to hustle considerable,” remarked Haverly, “if we’re to get through. I guess the wolf-men won’t lose any time in strikin’ our trail.”
He started off down the gully as he spoke, and the others followed, pressing on as fast as the difficult nature of the ground would allow.
“Which way?” asked Mervyn as they reached the mouth of the gorge.
“To the left, and run like blazes,” cried Haverly, “or we’ll be seeing the inside of the temple again ’fore long.”
Scarcely had he spoken ere from behind came the long-drawn howl they knew so well.
The wolf-men were in pursuit!