Dropping the rock Peter, too, drew a knife, slashed at
Rooster's leg.
A boulder interrupted their slide. They both struggled to their
feet.
"I'll see you in hell," Rooster thrust once more with his
weapon.
The blade sliced through flesh, hit bone. Peter, wounded in the
left side, gasped, staggered backward.
With a grimace his burly assailant suddenly rushed forward,
slashing wildly.
Peter, leaping sideward, felt the stones rolling beneath his
feet.
Ground gave way, and he screamed. At the same moment he grabbed
the Rooster's arm, yanked him forward.
For a moment they staggered on the edge of the precipice.
It ended quickly!
Even as they fought the ground quivered beneath their feet!
Then, with a low rumbling, the ledge on which they fought began
to slide. White-faced they dropped their weapons, scrambled to
reach a firm foothold.
It was to no avail!
Their frightened screams mingled with the growing roar of the
falling boulders, lasted only seconds. Demo lay still, unable to
rise. The screams had ceased. Now nothing else was heard save
the rattle of falling stones. Dust rose from the cliffs edge,
quickly blew away by a vagrant breeze.
Demo lay still. It had happened so quickly!
They had stood on the trail, talking, friends it seemed. And in
moments they had turned on one another, fought! And now - they
were gone.
Dead!
He shuddered.
"Ah, how my heart is beating!" He stood up.
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