As luck would have it he stumbled onto the packs just as he spoke.
“Here’s luck,” he cried. “Now let’s beat it.”
“Listen.”
“They’re coming after us, but if we can’t keep out of their hands in this darkness we deserve to be caught. But we want to be mighty careful not to get separated,” Bob cautioned as he started off toward the south.
Although the forest was, at this point, fairly free of underbrush, the trees grew very close together, and in the intense darkness, their progress was slow.
“It’ll hinder them more than it will us,” Bob chuckled as he dodged just in time to avoid hitting a big spruce.
“Look! They’re just over to the right,” Jack whispered as he saw a flash of light through the trees.
“Then we’d better bear a little to the left,” Bob advised as he slightly changed his course.
“They’re getting pretty close,” he declared a few minutes later as he heard the sound of the pursuit seemingly but a few yards behind him. “Guess we better go into high.”
At the risk of banging full tilt into the trees they increased their pace, and after a short time were rejoiced to note that the sounds of the chase were growing fainter and soon they died out altogether.