The morning was breaking and, though light clouds were moving across the sky, glimpses of the blue were visible, here and there.

Already the light showed where the sun would presently rise.
Food was hastily eaten, and they then started on their way again.

There could be no mistake, now, as to the general direction; and, keeping the sun on their right hand, they made their way north.

From the top of a hill, somewhat higher than the others, they caught a view of Plinlimmon.
"If we make straight for it," Oswald said, "we ought to come down on the road near the camp.

We can go on fearlessly for some time, for the Welsh were hardly likely to be moving about, yesterday or the day before; and I have no doubt they sheltered themselves, as best they could, in arbours like ours." After walking for another two hours, they heard the distant sound of a trumpet.
"That cannot be more than two or three miles away, Roger.