Forward!' We advanced about a hundred paces, keeping the cliff on our left, turned a shoulder, and saw, a few paces in front of us, a slight hollow, a black blotch in the grey duskiness of the cliff-side.

The prisoner stopped, and, raising his bound hands, pointed to it.
'There ?' the Captain whispered, pressing forward.

'Is it the place ?' Clon nodded.

The Captain's voice shook with excitement.
'Paul and Lebrun remain here with the prisoner,' he said, in a low tone.
'Sergeant, come forward with me.

Now, are you ready?
Forward!' At the word he and the sergeant passed quickly, one on either side of Clon and his guards.