But still no human thing.
At a stride the sunshine fell on Aros, and the shadows and colours leaped into being.

Not half a moment later, below me to the west, sheep began to scatter as in a panic.

There came a cry.

I saw my uncle running.

I saw the black jump up in hot pursuit; and before I had time to understand, Rorie also had appeared, calling directions in Gaelic as to a dog herding sheep.
I took to my heels to interfere, and perhaps I had done better to have waited where I was, for I was the means of cutting off the madman's last escape.