The sharp corner of cliff seemed to cut out of the darkness.

He reached it and the protruding shelf, and then, entering the black shade of the notch, he moved blindly but surely to the place where he had left the saddle-bags.

He heard the dogs, though he could not see them.

Once more he carefully placed the girl at his feet.

Then, on hands and knees, he went over the little flat space, feeling for stones.