Toward sunset a thick rain once more came down, and filmy mists wreathed themselves about the hills and by and by filled up the valley, and the strip of mountainside along which the two lonely men plodded rose isolated from a sea of woolly vapor.

They held on, however, until, when the dusk commenced to creep up the white peak above them, Weston stopped with a little start.

There was a curious huddled object in a crevice of the rocks not far in front of him.
"Do you see that ?" he asked.

"What can it be ?" Grenfell gazed at the thing steadily, and then turned to his companion.
"I think it's Verneille," he said.
They came a little nearer, and saw that he was right, for presently Grenfell stooped and picked up a discolored watch.

It had fallen away from the moldering rags, but it had a solid case, and, when at length he succeeded in opening it, he recognized the dial.