Still, so far as they could see, there were no marks of little feet and they wondered what had happened to the flock, until a faint bark came out of the mist.

The noise got louder and Kit knew the dogs were running round the stopping sheep.
"We're right," he said.

"They've gone through the broken wall and the dogs are holding them at the top of the force." A few minutes afterwards he scrambled over a pile of fallen stones, shouted to Tom, and began to run, for he understood what had happened.
The broken wall marked the boundary of the Mireside heaf and the sheep were now on familiar ground.

It was his business to drive them to the farm, but they were trying to turn off to look for shelter among the crags.

At the force, where the Bleatarn beck leaps in linked falls to the valley, one could get down between the water and the rocks; on the other side, a path about a foot wide led across the face of a precipice.