“Unless I’m mistaken, I can see some sort of a trail below us,” announced Jack. “Look there and tell me if I am right.”
All gazed in the direction indicated and came to the conclusion that there was another and better trail about a hundred yards below them. Then one after another they began the perilous descent between the rocks and bushes.
All went well for a distance of sixty yards. Then Randy slipped and his twin almost immediately followed. Jack was ahead of them, and in a twinkling they took the young major off his feet. Fred made a wild clutch to stop Andy, and as a consequence he, too, began to slide. All of the boys went down with a rush, carrying several small bushes with them. They slid over the rocks and a number of loose stones, and finally brought up in a hollow, some small stones rattling all around them as they did so.
“Wow! Talk about your toboggans!” gasped Randy, when he could speak. “I guess I came down at the rate of half a mile a minute.”
“Anybody hurt?” sang out Jack. He himself had scratched his elbow, his ear and one of his knees.
All of them were scratched and bumped, but not seriously, and they stood up quickly, brushing themselves off and gazing around to find out where they had landed.
“Look!” cried Jack, pointing. “If that isn’t Sunset Trail over there then I miss my guess! What do you say?”
“It sure is! And yonder is Longnose’s cabin,” answered Fred.
“Out of sight! All of you!” came quickly from Randy. “There is Davenport and a couple of others with him!”