I saw him drop over a rise which seemed to mark the rim of a little bay into which descended one of the big corries of the mountains.

It must have been a good half-hour later before I, at my greater altitude and with far worse going, reached the same rim.

I looked into the glen and my man had disappeared.
He could not have crossed it, for the place was wider than I had thought.

A ring of black precipices came down to within half a mile of the shore, and between them was a big stream--long, shallow pools at the sea end and a chain of waterfalls above.

He had gone to earth like a badger somewhere, and I dared not move in case he might be watching me from behind a boulder.
But even as I hesitated he appeared again, fording the stream, his face set on the road we had come.