"That clump of houses, Surajah, must be the one where we generally turned.

I know that, from below, these rocks looked as steep as walls, so there is no chance of our finding a way down anywhere, between this and the fort." Surajah nodded.

To him, also, the ascent of the ghauts had seemed impracticable.
"It is no use following this line any more," Dick went on.

"We may as well strike across, until we come onto the edge of the pass, somewhere above the fort; find a place where we can descend easily, and then lie down and sleep, till it is time to make our attempt." In another hour, they were looking down on the road, a mile or so above the fort.

The slopes here were gradual, and could be descended without the least difficulty, even in the dark.
"There! Do you see, Surajah?
The water course runs along by the side of the road.