The ilex grove was very still save for a fugitive wind that carried faint spices, and they took a winding way among trunks and reached the edge of the wood without adventure.

There Ulfin and another of the six carriers were waiting, as Jarvo had expected, and it was decided that they should both accompany Rollo down to the yacht.
Rollo handed the oil-skins to St.George and Amory, and then stood crushing his hat in his hands, doing his best to speak.
"Look sharp, Rollo," St.George advised him, "don't step one foot off a precipice.

And tell the people on the yacht not to worry.

We shall expect to see them day after to-morrow, somewhere about.

Take care of yourself." "Oh, sir," said Rollo with difficulty, "good-by, sir.