Chapter 5

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The Avenging Angels

All night their course lay through intricate


defiles and over irregular and rock-strewn paths.


More than once they lost their way, but Hope's intimate knowledge of the mountains enabled them to


regain the track once more. When morning broke,


a scene of marvellous though savage beauty lay


before them. In every direction the great snow-


capped peaks hemmed them in, peeping over each


other's shoulders to the far horizon. So steep were


the rocky banks on either side of them, that the


larch and the pine seemed to be suspended over


their heads, and to need only a gust of wind to


come hurtling down upon them. Nor was the fear


entirely an illusion, for the barren valley was thickly strewn with trees and boulders which had fallen in


a similar manner. Even as they passed, a great rock


came thundering down with a hoarse rattle which


woke the echoes in the silent gorges, and startled


the weary horses into a gallop.


As the sun rose slowly above the eastern hori-


zon, the caps of the great mountains lit up one after


the other, like lamps at a festival, until they were


all ruddy and glowing. The magnificent spectacle


cheered the hearts of the three fugitives and gave


them fresh energy. At a wild torrent which swept


out of a ravine they called a halt and watered their


horses, while they partook of a hasty breakfast.


Lucy and her father would fain have rested longer,


but Jefferson Hope was inexorable. "They will be


upon our track by this time," he said. "Everything


depends upon our speed. Once safe in Carson we


may rest for the remainder of our lives."


During the whole of that day they struggled


on through the defiles, and by evening they calcu-


lated that they were more than thirty miles from


their enemies. At night-time they chose the base


of a beetling crag, where the rocks offered some


protection from the chill wind, and there huddled


together for warmth, they enjoyed a few hours'


sleep. Before daybreak, however, they were up and


on their way once more. They had seen no signs of


any pursuers, and Jefferson Hope began to think


that they were fairly out of the reach of the terri-


ble organization whose enmity they had incurred.

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