We had no need of his lighting till the Dyve Burn was reached and the path began to descend steeply through the rift in the crags.
It was here we found that some one had gone before us.

Archie was great in those days at tracking, his ambition running in Indian paths.

He would walk always with his head bent and his eyes on the ground, whereby he several times found lost coins and once a trinket dropped by the provost's wife.

At the edge of the burn, where the path turns downward, there is a patch of shingle washed up by some spate.

Archie was on his knees in a second.