feeble light. The boys had to hold their animals at a tight rein to keep them from stumbling into unexpected holes.
"It will be nearer three o'clock than two before we get there at this rate," grumbled Paul. "Just look ahead and see how dark and forbidding the Hollow looks."
"Not the most cheerful spot in the world truly," rejoined Chet, as he strained his eyes to pierce the heavy shadows. "Let us get past it as soon as we can."
"Afraid, Chet?"
"Oh, no, only I—I would rather be on the level trail beyond the pass."
Paul said no more, having no desire to hurt his younger brother's feelings. To tell the exact truth, he himself felt a bit "off." It was growing toward midnight.
Down and down led the road, between two rocky crags. Soon the last trace of light was left behind, and they had to let the horses pick their own way as best they might.
Suddenly Chet gave a start and a cry.
"O, Paul, what is that?"
"Where?"
"Over to the left."
