Valmond's strength came back quickly, but something had given his mind a new colour.

He felt, by a strange telegraphy of fate, that he had been spared death by fever to meet an end more in keeping with the strange exploit which now was coming to a crisis.

The next day he was going back to Dalgrothe Mountain, the day after that there should be final review, and the succeeding day the march to the sea would begin.

A move must be made.

There could be no more delay.