There's plenty of us to do that.

Good-bye." It was half-past seven when they reached the lake and turned up the mountain path.

The mist had vanished, and the late autumn sun was shining brightly on the hill-side.

The distant barking of a dog above apprised them that some one was abroad already, and the hopes of the searchers rose within them as they struck up the steep slope.
Half-way up they stood and shouted; but no reply came except the far- away barking of the shepherd's dogs.

"We shall be able to see a good way all round when we get on to the ridge," said Denton.
Almost as he spoke, a shout close by startled them.