And after that, according to Wally, was to come the bog and the cliffs beyond, on which Wisdom lost his life.
Yet none of these things was quite so bad as the rolling up of some fleecy clouds behind them, which effaced the view below, and seemed to be crawling up the mountain in pursuit of them.
Cash pointed this out to Wally, who grunted.
"We shall miss the view from the top," said he.
"If we ever get there," said Cash.
On they scrambled again, casting every now and then a longing look upward at the grim ravine head, and now and then an anxious glance behind at the fast overhauling clouds.
"We're bound to get out of it up there," sang out Wally.
But almost as he spoke the light mist swept past him, blotting out everything but the boulder he stood on and a rift of the dashing water at his feet.
The clouds had befriended Fisher minor.

They did what he durst not do; ordered the party to halt.
"Where are you ?" shouted Wally from the invisible.

"Here; where are you ?" "Stay there; and I'll come to you." Slowly the party foregathered, and stood huddled in the blinding mist on a flat rock.
"It's blowing over," said Wally.

"We'd better make back for the hill- side, and get out of this ravine till it clears up." It was no easy task scrambling back, down that difficult way, over boulders already made slippery by the moist mist, and not able to see four yards ahead.

The clouds poured up to meet them in column upon column, growing denser and wetter every minute.