But Tam had a lantern, and it would never do to turn back from an adventure which had all the appearance of being the true sort.

Half way down there is a scrog of wood, dwarf alders and hawthorn, which makes an arch over the path.

I, for one, was glad when we got through this with no worse mishap than a stumble from Tam which caused the lantern door to fly open and the candle to go out.

We did not stop to relight it, but scrambled down the screes till we came to the long slabs of reddish rock which abutted on the beach.

We could not see the track, so we gave up the business of scouts, and dropped quietly over the big boulder and into the crinkle of cliff which we called our cave.
There was nobody there, so we relit the lantern and examined our properties.