CHAPTER XII

Lost in the Fog Behind him as he ran, Don could hear the padding of the monster’s feet and the ferocious grunts and growls that issued from its cavernous jaws. The sound struck terror to his heart and added wings to his feet. On solid ground, he might have had a chance for a while of outdistancing the animal, though the bear’s superior endurance would have triumphed in the end. But on this slippery surface, he was at a terrible disadvantage. The padding and the growls grew more distinct, and Don knew his pursuer wa…