A PERILOUS RIDE.
When dawn came, Brick and Hamp were in a miserable plight. They were
half frozen, and nearly famished. It was impossible to tell the points
of the compass.
"Only so we don't wander back the way we came," said Hamp; "because
Sparwick may have recovered his senses by this time."
"I know," replied Brick. "That's why it wouldn't be safe to shoot a bird
or something for breakfast. I don't think we're anywhere near the Rock
House, though."
"The only thing we can do is to push on," said Hamp. "We may get an
outlook from that hill yonder."
The hill was a quarter of a mile distant, but when the boys reached it
they found no guiding clew within sight.
"I more than half believe we've been traveling south all the time," said
Brick.
"So do I," replied Hamp, "and if that's the case, we're sure to reach
civilization sooner or later."
The boys struck through the woods. They were so tired that they stopped
frequently to rest during the morning. The sled, too, proved to be a
burden; but they held on to it.
Finally they reached a plateau, obstructed with heavy timber, scrub and
rocks. Pushing across it, they emerged into a glare of light on the
brow of a mountain side.
As far as the boys could see, was a rolling, wintry landscape of woods
and hills. At a possible distance of eight or ten miles several wreaths
of brownish smoke were stamped faintly against the horizon.
"Look," exclaimed Hamp. "That must be Kingman or Wytopitlock. I'm sure
of it. We're on the right track, old fellow."
"With a big tramp ahead of us," added Brick. "I'm so tired I could drop
right down and go to sleep. Say, wouldn't this slope make an elegant
toboggan slide?"
"Well, I should say so," replied Hamp, in a tone of great enthusiasm.
The boys were right--at least, as far as appearances went. From some
natural cause the mountain side was bare of timber and rocks. Its smooth
surface of crusted snow fell at a steep but regular angle, and seemed to
be unbroken until it was merged with the timber of the bottom of the
valley.
As the boys looked, the same idea took root in the mind of each.
"Do you think it would be safe to shoot down on the sled?" asked Brick,
doubtfully. "It would save an awfully long walk."
There was a moment of silence and hesitation. Then all choice was
summarily taken out of the lads' hands. The heard a snapping of twigs
behind them, and, when they wheeled around to look, there stood Kyle
Sparwick. A rifle was strapped over his shoulder, but he made no
attempt to use it.
"I've got you ag'in," he cried, harshly. "Up with your arms, now. I'm
a-goin' ter tie them, an' then we'll start for the meetin'-place. It was
purty smart of you lads ter travel in the right direction."
Sparwick enjoyed the consternation of the lads. He watched them with
keen satisfaction. The certain prospect of the ransom money made him
more lenient and good-humored than he would have been under other
circumstances.
"Well," he said, finally. "Are you goin' ter lift your arms?"
It was just then that Hamp remembered the sled, and the long slope of
frozen snow. No thought of danger entered into his calculations now.
Like a flash, he jerked the sled forward to the verge of the descent.
"Jump on, Brick!" he yelled. "Jump, quick!"
The command was hardly spoken when Brick threw himself flat on the long
sled, and clung tightly to the sides. Hamp dropped instantly on top of
his companion. There was ample space for them, since the amount of
luggage was small.
Just as Sparwick uttered an angry yell, Hamp sent the sled forward by a
shove of his foot. The fore end scraped on a hidden chunk of rock that
half checked it for an instant. The delay was brief but fatal.
Sparwick dashed forward with a tremendous stride. He grabbed at the
sled, but missed it. Then he made a desperate spring, and landed on top
of the lads.
The next instant there was a wild, giddy rush--a roaring of wind and a
sprinkling of fine snow. The sled, freighted with its living burden, was
dashing like a meteor down the mountain side!
It was almost a miracle that the top-heavy sled did not upset. Had the
course been less smooth and even, it must have done so at the start.
"Hold tight, lads," shouted Sparwick. "If we upset, we'll be smashed ter
pieces."
The sled plunged on in its mad, careening course. Now it was two-thirds
down the mountain.
Suddenly Hamp uttered a startled cry, and Brick chimed in lustily.
Through the flying cloud of fine snow tossed up by the runners, both
lads had made a frightful discovery. Just ahead was a chasm of unknown
depth--a treacherously-projecting knob on the slope of the mountain. The
white blanket of snow had kept its existence hid until now.
"Scrape your feet," yelled Hamp. "Swing the sled to one side. Quick!
quick!"
He meant Sparwick, but the latter had no time to carry out the order.
The sled whizzed to the verge of the abyss. It shot into the air, turned
over, and plunged downward through twenty or more feet of space!
Happily there was a deep drift at the bottom, and the crust on top of it
was none too hard. The sled struck on its fore-runners, and went through
like a rocket.
Brick landed near by on his side, and Hamp took a header a few feet
beyond. Both lads were immersed in powdery snow beneath the surface.
Sparwick fared better. He landed squarely on his feet, and the broad
surface of his snowshoes saved him from sinking more than a few inches.
Sparwick dragged the sled out of the snowy depths. Then he rescued the
boys, one at a time. They had not sustained even a scratch. They made no
resistance, knowing that it would be useless. Sparwick bound their arms
behind them, and ordered them to go slowly down the remaining brief
stretch of the mountain side. He followed with the sled.
"That there ride saved a heap of time," he said, mockingly. "It ain't
fur now to the meetin'-place. I reckon we'll git thar long about
sunset."