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Show 61* Chapter 6: On The Shores Of Lake Bennett We hit bottom about ten minutes later and shot out onto the rough ice of Crater Lake, "Drag!" I yelled, "Stop screaming and drag your feet!" When we finally came to a stop, Tip rolled off the canvas, stunned, "Now what?" she gasped, "Now we get ourselves off this volcanic crater," I said, looking around for the stampeders' trail. It was not hard to spot-the same dark line moving down the steep mountainside. "We are ahead of somebody, for once," I said, pulling at her, "Let's get going." Tip staggered to her feet. "If twenty-five thousand stampeders drag their feet like we did," she said, "they will all end up in the middle of this crater." |
