CHAPTER VII.
THE CLOUDBURST.
Our adventurers, after a council of war, decided to press right on. As Coyote Pete put it:
“We’ve got a plumb duty ter perform and we’ll see the game through, if it’s agreeable to all present.”
It was, and after Jack had fully recovered, which, aided by his natural buoyancy, did not take as long as might have been expected, the start was made.
“It’s a race for the Trembling Mountain, now,” cried Jack, as he once more bestrode brave little Firewater.
“So it is,” cried Walt Phelps.
“And may the best man win,” struck in Ralph rather pointlessly, as Pete reminded him.