I was mortally afraid of being seen, for I cut a queer figure, so I avoided every stretch of road where I had not a clear view ahead.

Many weary detours I made among moss-hags and screes and the stony channels of burns.

But I got there at last, and it was almost with a sense of comfort that I flung my pack down beside the stream where I had passed the night.
I ate a good meal, lit my pipe, and fell into the equable mood which follows upon fatigue ended and hunger satisfied.

The sun was westering, and its light fell upon the rock-wall above the place where I had abandoned my search for the spoor.
As I gazed at it idly I saw a curious thing.
It seemed to be split in two and a shaft of sunlight came through between.

There could be no doubt about it.