We scrambled out of the thicket and put our weary beasts to a gallop.

Happily it was harder ground, albeit much studded with clumps of fern, and though we all slipped and stumbled often, the horses kept their feet.

I was growing so dizzy in the head that I feared every moment I would fall off.

The mist had now come low down the hill, and lay before us, a line, of grey vapour drawn from edge to edge of the vale.

It seemed an infinite long way off.
Shalah on foot kept in the rear, and I gathered from him that the danger he feared was behind.