“I think the ice is thick enough. It’s only about a quarter mile across, but going around will take us over two miles, and they are bound to catch us.”
“Won’t they be able to track us? I mean, we’re gonna leave tracks in the snow out there.” Sal motioned toward the black void of the lake.
Frank reached down to feel the ice beneath his feet. “I don’t think so. The rain has turned the snow into rough ice. But it’s a chance we’ve got to take.”
All the lights overhead turned off except for one, a very powerful searchlight that pointed down the hill and swept through the trees like a white sword.
“That does it,” Sal said. “Let’s go.”
Frank started across the ice, moving as fast as he could on flat feet to get every ounce of traction and present as much surface area on the ice as his shoes
