Nothing apparently had been disturbed, nor was there any sign of any heavy body having been dashed through the undergrowth.

Soon he went on again, and, working a little to the left, stood for a moment upon a green, turf-covered crag, a tiny plateau covered with the refuse of seagulls and a few stunted trees, from amongst which a startled hawk rose with a wild cry.

He waited here until the moon shone once more and he could see the little strip of shingle below.

Nowhere could he find any trace of the thing he sought.
At the end of half an hour's climbing, he reached the end of the rope.
The little cove, filled with tumbled rocks and a narrow strip of beach, was still about eighty feet below.

The slope here was far less precipitous and there was a foothold in many places amongst the thinly growing firs and dwarfed oaks.