We saw him for a long time in the moonlight until he was only a small speck moving swiftly among the boulders upon the side of a distant hill.

We ran and ran until we were completely blown, but the space between us grew ever wider.

Finally we stopped and sat panting on two rocks, while we watched him disappearing in the distance.
And it was at this moment that there occurred a most strange and unexpected thing.

We had risen from our rocks and were turning to go home, having abandoned the hopeless chase.

The moon was low upon the right, and the jagged pinnacle of a granite tor stood up against the lower curve of its silver disc.