This was the shaft-house of an abandoned mine, and there was a sheep-fold, built with pulled-down material, close by.

He shouted and waited until he heard the dogs bark and a rattle of stones.

The Herdwicks were coming down and presently broke out from the snow in a compact, struggling flock.

Tom shouted and threw a hurdle across the entrance when the dogs had driven the sheep into the fold.
"I dinna ken if snow'll tak' off or not, but it's early yet and we must have a rest before we try ghyll," he said.
They went into the shaft-house and Kit struck a match.

One end of the building had been pulled down and the snow blew in through holes in the roof, but a pile of dry fern filled a corner and rotten beams lay about.