CHAPTER V.
IDA'S CONFIDENCE An hour passed, and it was growing dark when Weston scrambled up the hillside empty-handed.
"There's a slope between us and the timber, sir, that's too steep to get down," he announced.

"I worked along the edge of it until the light failed me and the mist got very thick." "You did quite right to come back," said Kinnaird.

"We shall have to stay here.

What do you suggest ?" Weston looked around him carefully.
"There's a little hollow under the ledge yonder.

You should keep fairly warm there close together with the blankets over you." Kinnaird demurred to this, but Weston, drawing him aside, spoke forcibly, and at length he made a sign of acquiescence.
"Well," he said, "no doubt you're right.