getting the sounds of flight, bounded off, once more, in the right
direction.

Don had halted precipitately, when he saw the tumble, but now he too
darted forward once more.

"If Farnum can catch him," shivered Do; "I've got to be at hand to help
out in a lightning rescue."

Mr. Farnum did some tall running before he again came in sight of the
runner ahead.

Yet the pursuit had not reached its finish. The fugitive suddenly dived
through a fringe of bushes, going out of sight.

Mr. Farnum reached the spot, then halted, looking undecided, almost
bewildered.

There was now no sound to guide the pursuer.

"Confound him, if he has gotten away," muttered the boatbuilder,
impatiently, to himself. Yet he did not dare risk running forward in
any direction, for fear of getting further from his quarry.

Don Melville halted, too, chuckling softly to himself.

"Oh, you!" snorted Farnum, glancing backward over his shoulder in high
disgust.

Don chuckled again.