I was resolved that nothing would make me descend by that awesome crack, so I kept on eastward along the top to look for a better way.

I found one about a mile farther on, which, though far from easy, had no special risks save from the appalling looseness of the debris.

When I got down at length, I found that it was near sunset.

I went to the place I had bidden my native look for me at, but, as I had feared, there was no sign of him.

So, making the best of a bad job, I had supper and a pipe, and spent a very chilly night in a hole among the boulders.
I got up at dawn stiff and cold, and ate a few raisins for breakfast.
There was no sign of horses, so I resolved to fill up the time in looking for the fold of the cliff which, as I had seen from the horrible crack of yesterday, contained a gully.