But I don't see my gentleman nor his lady." A hoarse, distant bark was heard, just as the lad's neck began to ache with staring up in vain, in the search for the nest, and he sat perfectly motionless, crouched amongst the hemlock and heracleum, to be rewarded by seeing a shadow thrown on the white limestone far on high, and directly after one of the great glossy black birds alight, right on the edge of the cliff, from whence it hopped into the air, and seemed to let itself fall some forty feet, down behind a stunted patch of broom, which had rooted in a cleft.

There it disappeared for a few moments, to reappear, diving down toward the stream, but only to circle upward again, rise higher and higher, and finally disappear over the cliff, half a quarter of a mile away.
"Found it!" panted Mark; "a nest with young ones.

Chance if there are any eggs for Master Rayburn." He leaned back to examine the place.
"Can't get up there," he muttered at last; "but it would be easy to get down from the top.

I could do it, but--" He took off his cap, and gave his brown hair a vicious scratch, for there were other obstacles in the way.
It would be easy to wade across the river; easy to make his way along the other side to where the cliff sloped, five hundred yards lower down the stream.

From there he could reach the high down, which was broken off short to form the cliff, and walk along the edge till he was exactly over the nest, and then descend.