Not until they had rushed up out of the coulee and had reached the pathlike trail did the screaming cease.

For barely an instant MacDonald paused, and then ran on with a speed that taxed Aldous to keep up.

When they came to the little open amphitheatre in the forest MacDonald halted again.

Their hearts were thumping like hammers, and the old mountaineer's voice came husky and choking when he spoke.
"It wasn't far--from here!" he panted.
Scarcely had he uttered the words when he sped on again.

Three minutes later they came to where the trail crossed the edge of a small rock-cluttered meadow, and with a sudden spurt Aldous darted ahead of MacDonald into this opening, where he saw two figures in the moonlight.
Half a dozen feet from them he stopped with a cry of horror.