Floundering in haste along the edge of the crag, he stopped some sixty yards farther on, with a little quiver running through him.

From that point he could see that the river ran straight across to the opposite wall of rock.

He flung up his arms with an exultant shout.

Then they went on eagerly when Grenfell joined him.
"Yes," said the latter, when he had glanced below, "I must have seen it the time I struck the gold.

Only then I came down the valley." They pushed on.