58 ON THE EDGE OF THE WILDERNESS 
tangle at the side. When they were at the bot- 
tom, he leaped to the rock, to the bank above 
them, and went up the side to the top again. The 
dogs had to turn and once more pant up after 
him. A second time he slid down, a second time 
they followed, scrambling over the logs at the 
side. A third and a fourth time this was re- 
peated, each time Reddy having plenty of chance 
to get his wind at the top, but the dogs having no 
chance at all. 
They were well fagged by the end of Reddy’s 
fifth slide, and he suddenly saw that only three 
of them were following him down. Whether 
that was because the fourth dog was too winded, 
or had suddenly learned sense, Reddy didn’t 
know. Anyhow, that particular sport was up. 
He sprang out along the mountain at top speed, 
ran for half a mile as fast as he could go, turned 
up the slope again, then, still at top speed, 
reached the bare, wind-swept ledges on the very 
top of the mountain, ran back and forth over a 
bare ledge three or four times, sprang far off 
through the air, and trotted down on the other 
side. 
