cañon while Ghak bore Perry to safety up the other.
Running has never been my particular athletic forte, and now when my very life depended upon fleetness of foot I cannot say that I ran any better than on the occasions when my pitiful base running had called down upon my head the rooters' raucous and reproachful cries of "Ice wagon," and "Call a cab."
The Sagoths were gaining on me rapidly. There was one in particular, fleeter than his fellows, who was perilously close. The cañon had become a rocky slit, rising roughly at a steep angle toward what seemed a pass between two abutting peaks. What lay beyond I could not even guess—possibly a sheer drop of hundreds of feet into the corresponding valley upon the other side. Could it be that I had plunged into a cul-de-sac.
Realizing that I could not hope to outdistance the Sagoths to the top of the cañon I had determined to risk all in an attempt to check them temporarily, and to this end had
