So Prince Askurry and his men pushed on ahead leaving the little party alone, since escape was impossible on that wild mountain road, especially with the rear guard of the camp coming a few miles behind them.

And, indeed, if such an idea had entered the heads of any of the party it must soon have fled before the difficulty of getting along at all.

It was a steep zig-zag path, and looking upwards you could see it zigging and zagging right away to the sky line.

Poor Foster-mother, who came last, could not take her eyes off it, for the bends immediately above her were filled with the most terrifying sights.

First her stout husband, who seemed to be in the act of slipping over Horse-chestnut's tail.