Festing helped Miss Jardine when he could, but he had an unpleasant feeling that a rash step might take him over the edge of a precipice.

Sometimes he could see Helen in front, and sometimes, for a few moments, her figure was lost in the mist.

He was glad to note that she was apparently going down with confidence.
After a time the slope got easier and she stopped, lifting her hand.
Festing found her looking into a ravine through which water flowed.

It was not very deep, but its sides were perpendicular.

Seeing that Miss Jardine was some distance behind, she looked at Festing with a quiet smile.
"There is a place where one can cross without much trouble, but I don't know whether to go up or down." Festing felt his heart beat.