Then the huge Nagger began to slide.

Snow and loose rock slid with him, and so did Slone.

The little avalanche stopped of its own accord, and then Slone dragged Nagger on down and down, presently to come to the end of the steep descent.

Slone looked up to see that he had made short work of a thousand-foot slope.

Here cedars and pinyons grew thickly enough to make a forest.