Come along, close up to me." Mike came, blindly feeling his way, till he touched his companion, and his hands closed tightly upon Vince's shoulder and arm.
"There!" cried Vince, "look straight before you.

What can you see ?" Mike uttered a cry of joy, for right upward, and apparently at a great distance, there was a feeble light, and a minute or two later the two lads were beneath the matted roofing of brambles, through which the bright evening glow was streaming.

Directly after, they were out upon the surrounding stones, carefully scanning the ridge, to see if they had been observed.

But the place was absolutely solitary, and, after hiding the lanthorn down in the rift, the lads started for home in silence, Mike feeling annoyed and aggrieved, while Vince's breast was full of triumphant satisfaction.
"I say," he said, as they reached at last a little opening in among the scrub oak trees, "are we two going to have it out before we go home ?" "No," said Mike shortly.
"Oh! all right, then; only you didn't speak or make any apology when you knew you were wrong." "Yes," said Mike, after an interval, "I know I was wrong.

I'm very sorry, Vince." "So am I," said the latter, "and something worse." Mike looked at him wonderingly.
"Yes, ever so much: I'm about half-starved." Mike made no reply, but walked on in silence for some time, and it was not until they were near home that he turned again and held out his hand.
"I'm very sorry, Vince," he said.
"What about ?" cried Vince.
"That we had such a row." "Oh, bother! I'd forgotten all about it.