elwood fell about twenty feet, striking the solid earth, without losing his own perpendicular position. he was considerably pained, but not seriously hurt. his rifle had fallen from his hand, and was not found again until daybreak, as not knowing where he stood, whether upon the edge of some precipice or ravine, he scarcely dared move a limb.
ah! if the night was so weary to the watchers by the river shore, it was much more so to him for whom they thus lay awake. utter midnight blackness all around, the profound and impressive stillness made more profound and impressive by the trickling of some current near, the occasional glimpse of some tiny star twinkling among the dark, straggling clouds overhead; such was elwood brandon's situation and surroundings.
his only resource was thought, and the direction which this took for a time was anything but a relief. he saw that he himself was to blame for the disaster of the day. it was he who proposed this ramble, and he who insisted so strenuously upon separating from howard in the journey around the hills. and then his present situation resulted wholly from his own foolishness—to call it no milder term—in entering an unknown path with the simple hope of reaching a designated point a few minutes in advance of his friend, whom he knew well enough had carried out to the letter their agreement, and was waiting his coming.
had howard found tim o'rooney? that was the next question. or was he still lingering on the other side of the hills, waiting for the morning to renew his hunt for himself before he sought out his companion? the latter seemed the most probable supposition to elwood, and the odd whim took him that his cousin was close at hand and listening for the familiar signal. so he placed his fingers to his mouth and repeated the whistle which they had used so many times between them.
he did this again and again, but there was no response, and he finally concluded that it was rather a monotonous manner of passing the time and ceased, and again gave himself up to thought.
if he ever lived to see his friends at home what an experience would be his to tell! the burning steamer, the hours spent in drifting ashore, the wanderings through the wilds of california, this adventure among the hills—surely they were enough to last a life-time.
now and then a cold draft of wind swept by him, as though the temperature of the air was changing. it was in fact the premonition of the gathering storm to which we have referred in another place.
elwood had been in his constrained position a couple of hours when he was subjected to a terrible fright. suddenly some dirt and stones commenced moving near him and he felt it strike his feet. he was fearful that a landslide was about to take place, but did not dare attempt to get out of the way. he could only shrink closer against the rocks, pray to heaven for protection, and await the issue.
the pebbles rattled around him for a long time, and when they had nearly ceased he learned that the whole tumult was caused by some wild animal. this dissipated all fear of being engulfed by a landslide, but scarcely relieved him. it was simply a change of species in the danger.
he could hear the footsteps of the animal as it walked back and forth. they sounded above his head, but he could not judge with certainty. several times it gave a low growl, from which he was sure that it was dangerous, and if it knew of his presence and could reach him would speedily end his reckless conduct forever.
the animal was still for a while and the boy was indulging in the belief that it had gone, when he heard its footsteps so near that his hair fairly rose with terror. he stooped down and felt around in the darkness for his gun, but it was not within reach. he caught a huge stone and held it in reserve for defense.
straining his eyes through the darkness, he fancied he could see a dark object above him; but it was only fancy, for to his excited imagination the most extraordinary phantoms were flitting before him—floating in the air, around and above him, like the wonderful visions that visit us in delirium—until he closed his eyes to shut out the tormenting figures.
perhaps, after all, the presence of the wild animal was the means of saving him, for it kept his mind down to the hard, practical fact that imminent danger was close at hand, and all his thoughts were needed to meet it. he stood a long time grasping the stone and expecting the assault; but the tumult finally ceased and all became still.
when elwood looked up again he saw that it was growing light, and day was indeed breaking.
