He took off his hat and waved it, touching one part of it as if with particular meaning.

When he turned away at last, Hepburn heaved a heavy sigh, and crept yet more into the cold dank shadow of the cliffs.

Each step was now a heavy task, his sad heart tired and weary.

After a while he climbed up a few feet, so as to mingle his form yet more completely with the stones and rocks around.

Stumbling over the uneven and often jagged points, slipping on the sea-weed, plunging into little pools of water left by the ebbing tide in some natural basins, he yet kept his eyes fixed as if in fascination on Kinraid, and made his way almost alongside of him.