"Anything could easily be concealed in that high bracken down there.

Let us search the whole glen from end to end," she cried with enthusiasm.
Acting upon her suggestion and without thought of luncheon, we made a descent of the steep bank until we reached the rocky bed of the stream, and then by springing from stone to stone--sometimes slipping into the water, be it said--we commenced to beat the bracken and carefully examine every bush.

Progress was not swift.

Once the girl, lithe and athletic as she was, slipped off a mossy stone into a hole where the water was up to her knees.

But she only laughed gayly at the accident, and wringing out her wet skirt, said: "It doesn't matter in the least, if we only find what we're in search of." And then, undaunted, she went on, springing from stone to stone and steadying herself with her stick.