The boy crawled to the very edge of the concealing overhang. Sach by some trick had won a good ten feet down slope. It would be difficult for anyone sighting him now to guess just where he had appeared from. He slid down, in only enough hurry to suggest that he was bolting from a position he considered dangerous.
Now the ’copter was on its way back—either on a routine sweep or because the dark figure of Sach had been sighted. He leaped into the shelter of a pine grown thicket, but not soon enough to escape detection. The ’copter circled down. There was a loud crack awaking echoes from the surrounding rocks. Somebody had shot at the fugitive.
“Dardie!”
“It’s all right,” the boy called reassuringly over his shoulder into the cave. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Sach had probably wormed his way down to the edge of the deep woods. The ’copter made another smaller and tighter circle and came closer to the ground, to allow three men to leap into the snow. Before they could gain their feet and their balance a pencil of green light beamed a tight ray at one. He screamed and threshed the snow into a high shower of drift. The others threw themselves flat but continued to snake toward the wood from which that attack had come, and the ’copter swooped to spray death into the silent trees. Sach had not only drawn the attention of the trackers, he was using every means of keeping it on him. The ’copter soared above the trees, westward, away from the cave. When the two men broke into the brush undercover Dard watched them out of sight.
It would be evening soon. And the eastern slope was well provided with cover. There were sections of bare rock on the slope where no snow clung. Dard’s eyes narrowed—footprints were easy to see from the air. But there was another way of getting down to the valley, one which would leave no such tell-tale traces. He went inside and clicked on the light Sach had left.
“Time to go, Dardie?” Dessie asked.
“First we eat.” He made himself move deliberately. If Sach’s information was right they still had a long trip before them. And they must not start it with empty stomachs. He used supplies recklessly before tying up enough of the remains to provide them with food for at least one more day.
“Where is Sach?” Dessie wanted to know.
“He had to go away. We will travel alone now. Eat all that, Dessie.”