Still the mare was nowhere to be seen.
Returning then to the Angle Tarn, he followed the only remaining range past the Pike of Stickle until he looked into the black depths of the Dungeon Ghyll.

And still the mare was nowhere to be seen.

Fear was behind her, and only by fear could she be overtaken.

It was at about two o'clock in the afternoon that the disaster had occurred.

It was now fully three hours later, and the horse Ralph rode, fatigued and wellnigh spent, was slipping its feet in the gathering darkness.