Fortunately the moon was shining brightly, and by its light they were enabled to follow its windings.
After half an hour's descent, they found themselves in a rough road, along the face of the hill.

This they doubted not was the road from one of the coast villages into the interior.

They now went more cautiously, for the road was extremely rough, with large stones lying here and there upon it, and a heavy fall or a sprained ankle would be disastrous.

They had no fear of pursuit.

Once or twice they fancied that they heard shouts far above them, but they considered it likely that the band would be too far paralyzed by the loss of their captain to again take up the pursuit.
Three hours later, they stood by the sea shore, near a tiny fishing village, composed of three or four houses only.