Here they sat down, lighted a fire, mixed some flour and water--for although the ghee had been taken from them, when they were disarmed, they had been allowed to retain their supply of flour, for their sustenance in prison--and made some small cakes.

These they cooked in the glowing embers.

They could not be termed a success, for the outside was burned black, while the centre was a pasty mass.

However, they sufficed to satisfy their hunger, and after an hour's rest, they again went forward.
It was not very long before they stood on the edge of the rock wall.
They followed this along, but could nowhere find a spot where a descent seemed at all possible.

After walking for an hour, they saw a road winding up a long valley below them.
"That is our road," Dick exclaimed.