Roderick's face might have shamed her; it looked admirably handsome.
"He was a beautiful man!" said Singleton.
They looked up through their horror at the cliff from which he had apparently fallen, and which lifted its blank and stony face above him, with no care now but to drink the sunshine on which his eyes were closed, and then Rowland had an immense outbreak of pity and anguish.

At last they spoke of carrying him back to the inn.

"There must be three or four men," Rowland said, "and they must be brought here quickly.

I have not the least idea where we are." "We are at about three hours' walk from home," said Singleton.

"I will go for help; I can find my way." "Remember," said Rowland, "whom you will have to face." "I remember," the excellent fellow answered.