Less than a quarter of a mile further on they found that the trail
came to an abrupt end in something of a glade at the foot of another
hill. There had been a landslide during the summer and this had
obliterated the path.
"Here's a go!" cried Whopper, gazing around in perplexity. "I
suppose old Jack Dalton didn't know about this landslide."
"We must be careful---if we go on, Whopper. That land may give
way. We don't want to get underground again."
"Not much! Once was enough."
They walked along the hill, and at last came to something that
looked a little like a trail. Then they went forward once more,
covering a good mile. The vicinity was full of rocks, and they had
to pick their way with care, for fear of tumbling down into a crevice,
or twisting an ankle.
"This is growing worse, Whopper," said Giant, coming to a halt for
breath. "I had no idea it was so rough, had you?"
"No. One thing is certain---we are not on the trail."
"Just what I was thinking."
"We are getting deeper and deeper into this mess. We'll have to
turn back.
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