Tom Slade's Double Dare

it then, and that is saying much for him. He tried to improve upon the formula by experimenting with his eyes cross-eyed, but it didn't work. Skirting the lower western reach of the mountain

ey's the worse of the two. All things considered, hills, muddy roads, trackless woodland, swampy areas, it should take the heav

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raveling a little west of north he might have reached the road at a nearer point. But here the traveling was bad an

tain. Beyond the country was flat and comparatively open, being mostly sparse woodland. The wind was very k

kness. It was surprising how easy it was for him to do this by the little trick of which Tom had told him. His eyes would

through a patch of woodland when, not more than ten feet ahead of him,

soul, and in his stark fear the beating of the drops on the leafy carpet startled him. He heard these because he was standing still, and the ceasi

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ing along the road ever nearer and nearer to that trap

and deceptive shadow conjuring itself into a human presence, that h

it, he stepped briskly toward the tree to glance about it and dispel his i

aused. The pounding of his heart seemed louder than the noises of the storm. In his throat was a queer