The sun, which was near setting, flushed the great peak above to the colour of blood; but the valley was growing grey and each moment more dreary.

'Well, what of those ?' I said.
In spite of my peril and the excitement of the coming struggle I felt the chill of his fear.

Never had I seen so grim, so desolate, so God-forsaken a place! Involuntarily I shivered.
'They were crosses,' he muttered in a voice little above a whisper, while his eyes roved this way and that in terror.

'The Cure of Gabas blessed the place, and set them up.

But next morning they were as you see them now.