Climbing down and up, toiling on, he at last learned patience.

He had seen Wildfire at close range.

That was enough.

So he plodded on, once more returning to careful regard of Nagger.

It took an hour of work to reach the point where Wildfire had disappeared.
A promontory indeed it was, overhanging a valley a thousand feet below.
A white torrent of a stream wound through it.