I thought I should have had to shriek with pain, so tightly he clutched me, but found voice to answer-- "Yes, he seems tall, and dark too, though I can't well see at--" "Has he got earrings ?" "I can't see; but he walks with a stoop, and seems to have a sword or something slung round his waist." "God defend us! that's he! Curse him, curse him! Lie down--lie down, I say! It's death if he catches sight of us." We cowered against the rock.

My companion's face was livid, and his lips worked as though fingers were plucking at them, but made no sound.

I never saw such abject, hopeless terror.

We waited thus for a full minute, and then I peered over the ledge again.
He was almost directly beneath us now, and was still watching the sea.

At his side hung a short sheath, empty.