He saved her from a plunge into the stream, but thought she looked something the worse for wear as they made their way from stone to stone.
The other bank was easier, and for a time they had not much trouble in going down hill, but the mist was very thick, and presently the steep slope broke off close in front.

Helen stopped and beckoned Festing.
Looking down, he saw the wet face of a crag drop into the rolling vapor.
For eight or nine feet it was perpendicular, and afterwards ran down at a very steep slant, but immediately below there was a gully with a foot or two of level gravel at its top.
"This is not the regular track," Helen said.

"However, I think I know the gully." Festing pondered.

The rock looked daunting, but one might get down to the patch of gravel.

The trouble was that one could not see what lay below, and it might be difficult to climb back, if this was needful.
"I could get as far as the edge yonder," he suggested.
"No," said Helen.