And I had always the feeling that in those banks of vapour lurked deadly enemies who any moment might steal out and encompass us.
But about four o'clock the weather lightened, and from the cock's-comb on which we moved we looked down into the lower glens.

I saw that we had left the main flanks of the range behind us, and were now fairly on a cape which jutted out beyond the other ridges.

It behoved us now to go warily, and where the thickets grew thin we moved like hunters, in every hollow and crack that could shelter a man.

Ringan led, and led well, for he had not stalked the red deer on the braes of Breadalbane for nothing.

But no sign of life appeared in the green hollows on either hand, neither in the meadow spaces nor by the creeks of the growing streams.