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And Slone rejoiced. Perhaps somewhere
down in this awful chasm he and Nagger would have it out with the stallion.
Slone began to look far ahead, beginning to believe that he might see
Wildfire. Twice he had seen Wildfire, but only at a distance. Then he had
resembled a running streak of fire, whence his name, which Slone had given
him.
This bare region of rock began to be cut up into gullies. It was necessary to
head them or to climb in and out. Miles of travel really meant little progress
straight ahead. But Slone kept on. He was hot and Nagger was hot, and that
made hard work easier. Sometimes on the wind came a low thunder. Was it a
storm or an avalanche slipping or falling water? He could not tell. The sound
was significant and haunting.
Of one thing he was sure--that he could not have found his back-trail. But he
divined he was never to retrace his steps on this journey. The stretch of
broken plateau before him grew wilder and bolder of outline, darker in color,
weirder in aspect, and progress across it grew slower, more dangerous.


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