At all costs we must hold our ground where we are." He dropped on his knees and clapped his ear to the ground.

"Thank God, I think that I hear him coming." A sound of quick steps broke the silence of the moor.

Crouching among the stones we stared intently at the silver-tipped bank in front of us.

The steps grew louder, and through the fog, as through a curtain, there stepped the man whom we were awaiting.
He looked round him in surprise as he emerged into the clear, starlit night.

Then he came swiftly along the path, passed close to where we lay, and went on up the long slope behind us.