It was less than a rifle shot distant, and on the farther side of it MacDonald was already returning.

Aldous hurried down to meet him.

He did not speak when they met, but his companion answered the question in his eyes, while the water dripped in streams from his drenched hair and beard.
"It's there," he said, pointing back.

"Just behind that big black rock.
There's a slab over it, an' you've got the name right.

It's Mortimer FitzHugh." Above them the clouds were splitting asunder.