He gave a muffled cry of delight, and in a few minutes they were all rushing, like men possessed, up a bare slope of broken shale.
Durnovo reached the summit first.

A faint, pleasant odour was wafted into their faces.

They stood on the edge of a vast table-land melting away in the yellow moonlight.

Studded all over, like sheep in a meadow, were a number of little bushes, and no other vegetation.
Victor Durnovo stooped over one of these.

He buried his face among the leaves of it, and suddenly he toppled over.
"Yes," he cried as he fell, "it's Simiacine!" And he turned over with a groan of satisfaction, and lay like a dead man..