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. Chess scam-
pered back and forth along the new path, peering off into
the forest. "Nothing interesting yet," he said, finally.
"We'd better go back for another load."
The second stripe taken from the main path extended
the new road another fifty feet, and the third stripe put
them well into the forest, almost out of sight of the road
where they had been. Poised at the very end of the
gravel, the kender peered and squinted, looking ahead.
"There is something over there," he pointed. "But I can't
see what it is. It's something big, though. Another load,
and we should be there."
"Another load and we'll have wiped out the original
path back there," Chane pointed out.
"Oh, come on. Where's your spirit of adventure? Just
one more haul."
They started back, and Chane was almost at the clear-
ing when he stopped. "Now see what we've done," he
grunted. Ahead, black cats were crossing the main road
freely. Whatever the black gravel did to stop them, there
wasn't enough left on the skidded section to work.
The kender studied the problem solemnly, pursing his
lips as his pointed ears twitched slightly in thought. Then
he shrugged. "It's all right. We weren't going that way,
anyway."
"We can't go back, either," the dwarf pointed out. "We
might want to, you know. We...." He paused, then
caught the kender by the shoulder
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