He gained the top of the ridge; his eyes were blurred, his strength gone.

He called aloud, and then plunged forward on his face.

He heard dimly, as though the sound were afar off, the whine of a dog.

He felt something soft and wet on his face.
Then consciousness left him.
When he regained his senses he was lying on a bed of ferns under a projecting rock.

He heard the gurgle of running water mingling with the song of birds.