[THE FELLOW DREW A WICKED LOOKING KNIFE]
“Oh, no, you don’t!” cried Raymond, and whipping out his revolver he covered the man with it.
The fellow stood, without flinching, watching them with gleaming eyes while Sidney removed the blankets and cloaks from the donkey’s back.
“Now, go on,” ordered Raymond, motioning up the trail.
The man sulkily took charge of his donkey, and drove the animal along without once looking back.
CHAPTER XIII
THEIR FIRST GAME
“If we had waited for breakfast,” said Sidney, as the boys stood watching the mountaineer climb the switchback of the trail, “we should have been minus our blankets.”
“Gracious! It makes me shiver just to think of hiking over those mountains without any blankets.” And Raymond gazed off at the Caucasus, whose crests shone white in the clear morning air.
“And speaking of breakfast,” said Sidney, as he made his blanket and cloak into the usual roll for packing, “reminds me that I’ll be quite ready for it when we get down to the bottom.”