IN THE VALLEY Roy ran and ran and ran until he was breathless; yet still he ran, until little by little he recovered his breath again as wild animals do.

Every moment he hoped to see Tumbu either returning or standing still, panting and waiting for the others to come up.

But he saw nothing save, stretching away as far as the eye could reach, a smooth, not over steep, snowy slope.

So far there was little fear of the sledge being overset.
Then, after he had run a long way, he paused, for there were now two tracks instead of one.

The marks of the bear went up a little side valley, the marks of the sledge went down the slope.