His eyes never lost their dancing light, and he was ready ever with some quip or whimsy to tide over the worst troubles.

We kept very still, but now and again Elspeth's laugh rang out at his fooling, and it did my heart good to hear it.
After midday the glen seemed to grow darker, and I saw that the blue sky, which I had thought changeless, was becoming overcast.

As I looked upwards I saw the high ridge blotted out and a white mist creeping down.

I had noticed for some time that Shalah was growing uneasy.

He would halt us often, while he went a little way on, and now he turned with so grim a look that we stopped without bidding.
He slipped into the undergrowth, while we waited in that dark, lonesome place.