"Marsden lies to the east, so we have only to keep our backs to the sun; it won't be down for another two hours yet, and before that we ought to be in." By this time they had taken their rods to pieces, wound up their lines, and were ready to start.

A few minutes' sharp climbing took them to the top of the slope.

They were now upon the moor, which stretched away with slight undulations as far as they could see.
"Now," Ned said, "we will make for that clump of rocks.

They seem to be just in the line we ought to take, and by fixing our eyes upon them we shall go straight." This, however, was not as easy to do as Ned had fancied; the ground was in many places so soft and boggy that they were forced to make considerable detours.

Nevertheless the rocks served as a beacon, and enabled them to keep the right direction; but although they made their way at the best of their speed it was an hour after starting before they approached the rock.
When they were within fifty yards of it a figure suddenly rose.