All along the cliff they trailed in great, rich clusters, black and glossy, fairly asking to be eaten.

In places the vines hung in perfect mazes, and he looked at them questioningly.

Then the thought came to him and he wondered why it had been so slow of arrival.

He returned to Willet and said: "I don't think you need watch any longer here, Dave." "Why ?" was the hunter's astonished reply.
"Because we're going to leave the mountain." "Leave the mountain! It's more likely, Robert, that your prudence has left you.

If we went down the slope we'd go squarely into the horde, and then it would be a painful and lingering end for us." "I don't mean the slope.