Wanderer

Wanderer — page 9
9 his stride he fought to maintain a steady rhythm one that would carry him all the way to safety without collapsing from cramps or exhaustion Dehydration was already mak ing him feel lightheaded The tent was getting nearer but he wouldn’t make it His bare feet thudded down on the hot soil and behind him he could hear a cacophony of increasingly savage calls from the pack of charjaws He didn’t dare look around for fear of slowing even momentarily Soon he would be able to hear their paws scuffing the dirt behind him then the first teeth would crunch into his ankle He would be down roll ing in the dirt like the greenback deer he had seen brought down and eaten alive This couldn’t be happening He began to shout but his lungs were close to exploding and all that came out was a gasping bark The sound at least had the effect of breaking the panic which gripped him He reached into the leather sack on his belt and threw the blue-stripe over his shoulder as he ran A savage snarling announced that the carnivores pursuing him had been distracted by the flesh and were squabbling over it Perhaps he had a chance after all his strength was renewed and he found he was capable of sprinting The tent was getting nearer So were the charjaws enlivened by the little diversion Now Kean had overstretched himself he was off-balance leaning forward his feet struggling to keep up with his top pling body falling He went down rolling on bended arm so that he came up running again Only he was no longer racing alone Other