Hussin, from a deep saddle-bag, brought out rifles and bandoliers for the rest of us.

As I laid mine across my saddle-bow I saw it was a German Mauser of the latest pattern.
'It's hell-for-leather till we find a place for a stand,' said Sandy.
'The game's against us this time.' Once more we entered the mist, and presently found better going on a long stretch of even slope.

Then came a rise, and on the crest of it I saw the sun.

Presently we dipped into bright daylight and looked down on a broad glen, with a road winding up it to a pass in the range.

I had expected this.