Even as they passed, a great rock came thundering down with a hoarse rattle which woke the echoes in the silent gorges, and startled the weary horses into a gallop.
As the sun rose slowly above the eastern horizon, the caps of the great mountains lit up one after the other, like lamps at a festival, until they were all ruddy and glowing.

The magnificent spectacle cheered the hearts of the three fugitives and gave them fresh energy.

At a wild torrent which swept out of a ravine they called a halt and watered their horses, while they partook of a hasty breakfast.

Lucy and her father would fain have rested longer, but Jefferson Hope was inexorable.

"They will be upon our track by this time," he said.