Now he was afraid, even in the bright sunlight, and owned it.
But the first shock had passed from me, and I looked for our horses.

They had gone.

I think that the fall of the menhir scared them, for they were yet tied where Evan left them, just before that.
"Howel, the horses have broken loose and gone," I cried.
"Let them be," he said; "they will but go to the men down the valley, and will be caught there.

Come, we must get hence." He fairly dragged me with him towards the glen, and it was not until we were out of the circle of cliffs round the pool and picking our way among the boulders of the water course, that he spoke again.
"That is better," he said,--"one can breathe here.

I do not care if I never set eyes on that place again, and indeed I hope we need not.