We shall get there first, because he is lame." They had passed the bracken now, and were among the moss and sandstone beneath the firs.

Ruth hastily dragged Molly out of the cart without stopping Balaam, who proceeded, twirling his ears, leisurely without them.
"Oh, my poor Balaam!" sobbed Molly, with a backward glance at that unconscious favorite marching towards its doom.
"There is no time to think of poor Balaam now," replied Ruth.

"Run on in front of me, and don't step on anything crackly." "Never in this world," thought Ruth, "will I come alone here with Molly again.

Never again will I--" But it was stiff climbing, and the remainder of the resolution was lost.
They are high to the right above the white gate now.

The keeper's cottage is in sight, built against a ledge of rock, up to which wide rough steps have been cut in the sandstone.