It looked as if she had taken him into her confidence and asked his help.
"Not down, I think.

That would take us to the big ghyll.

Let's try up, and cross at the first practicable spot." Helen made a sign of agreement, and when Miss Jardine joined them they turned back along the edge of the ravine.

By and by Helen stopped where patches of wet soil checkered the steep rock and a mountain-ash offered a hold.

Almost immediately below the spot, the stream plunged over a ledge and vanished into the mist.
Festing looked at Helen.