DISAPPEARANCE OF SLAVIN
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Presently they heard something which served to increase their surprise. Slavin was groaning as if in extreme pain.
"The fall hurt him," said Allen, "Look after my horse, will you? I am going ahead."
He hurried on around a slight turn of the trail and through a clump of bushes and trees growing close to the edge of the hollow. As he emerged from the bushes a sight met his gaze that thrilled him to the backbone.
Slavin had fallen over the edge of the trail at a point where lay a huge half-rotted trunk of a tree. The trunk of the tree had slipped in the wet, rolled partly over the man, and was slowly but surely crushing the life out of him!
