Chapter 32b
Shepherds’ Tomb.
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
exhaustion.
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.
There have been 6,246
visitors counted so far.