They crashed downward.
Frantically they doubled and traversed, but they could hear the pursuit inexorably bearing down on them.
“Shit, how are they following us,” asked Jon.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” said
The dodge had worked. It would take the pursuers a little time to find the stool, and a merry while digging through it to verify the little transmitter. Meanwhile at least they were traveling upward again.
For about an hour they pressed on, heedless of scrapes and bruises. At last they reached a little level area and stopped to gasp for breath. Then they noticed a familiar picnic table. They had stumbled back onto the spring.
By this time there were no
more sounds behind them. It was more dangerous to keep moving than to hold
up. Besides they were all giddy with
There was no sleep that night. They shivered violently in the sudden cold snap. It was all they could do to keep their teeth from chattering audibly. But daylight might bring new ideas.
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