A desire seized upon him to look over into the other valley, and as his knee was giving him no trouble he cut a zigzag course upward that in half an hour brought him almost to the top.
Here he came to a short, steep slide that compelled him to dismount and continue on foot.

At the summit he found himself on a level sweep of meadow, shut in on each side of him by the bare rock walls of the split mountains, and a quarter of a mile ahead he could see where the meadow broke suddenly into the slope that shelved downward into the valley he was seeking.
Halfway over this quarter of a mile of meadow there was a dip into which he could not see, and as he came to the edge of this he flung himself suddenly upon his face and for a minute or two lay as motionless as a rock.

Then he slowly raised his head.
A hundred yards from him, gathered about a small water-hole in the hollow, was a herd of goats.

There were thirty or more, most of them Nannies with young kids.

Langdon could make out only two Billies in the lot.