"Bonny," exclaimed Alaric, "do you remember a place that sounded hollow?"
"Yes."
"We must go back to it; for I believe he has broken through. If it is in our power to help him we must do it; if not, we must know what has happened."
They had to retrace their steps but a few yards before coming to a fathomless opening with jagged sides and splintered edges, where the thin ice that had afforded them a safe passage had given way beneath the heavier weight of their pursuer. No sound save that of rushing waters came from the cruel depths, nor was there any sign.
The boys lingered irresolutely about the place for a few minutes, and then fled from it as from an impending terror.
For the remainder of that day, though no longer in dread of pursuit, they made what speed they might down the mountain-side, following rough river-beds, threading belts of mighty forest, climbing steep slopes, and descending others into narrow valleys.
The sun was near his setting, and our lads were so nigh exhausted that they had seated themselves on a moss-covered log to rest, when they were startled by a heavy rending crash that echoed through the listening forest with a roar like distant thunder.
The boys looked at each other, and then at what bits of sky they could see through the far-away tree-tops. It was of unclouded blue, and the sun was still shining.
"Rick!" cried Bonny, starting to his feet. "I believe it was a falling tree."
"Well?"