"An' ye'll meet a bobby or so on the road!" On he went, and Helmsley without further parley resumed his tramp.
Presently, reaching the clump of trees he had seen in the distance, he moved into their refreshing shade.

They were broad-branched elms, luxuriantly full of foliage, and the avenue they formed extended for about a quarter of a mile.

Cool dells and dingles of mossy green sloped down on one side of the road, breaking into what are sometimes called "coombs" running precipitously towards the sea-coast, and slackening his pace a little he paused, looking through a tangle of shrubs and bracken at the pale suggestion of a glimmer of blue which he realised was the shining of the sunlit ocean.

While he thus stood, he fancied he heard a little plaintive whine as of an animal in pain.

He listened attentively.
The sound was repeated, and, descending the shelving bank a few steps he sought to discover the whereabouts of this piteous cry for help.