Then came the Doctor, Sam, Jim, Halbert, and myself; behind us again, five troopers and the Sergeant.

Each man of us all was armed with a sword; and every man in that company, as it happened, knew the use of that weapon well.
The troopers carried carbines, and all of us carried pistols.
The glare in the east changing from pearly green to golden yellow, gave notice of the coming sun.

One snow peak, Tambo, I think, began to catch the light, and blaze like another morning star.

The day had begun in earnest, and, as we entered the mouth of the glen to which we were bound, slanting gleams of light were already piercing the misty gloom, and lighting up the loftier crags.
A deep, rock-walled glen it was, open and level, though, in the centre, ran a tangled waving line of evergreen shrubs, marking the course of a pretty bright creek, which, half hidden by luxuriant vegetation, ran beside the faint track leading to one of Captain Brentwood's mountain huts.

Along this track we could plainly see the hoof marks of the men we were after.
It was one of the most beautiful gullies I had ever seen, and I turned to say so to some one who rode beside me.