Yet he must be found.
With a hearty swig at the canteen Pringle crept off to the right.

The moonlight beat full upon the cliff.

He had little trouble in that ruin of broken stone to find cover from foes below; but at each turn he confidently looked forward to a bullet from his friend.
"Foy! Foy!" he called softly as he crawled.

"It's Pringle! Don't shoot!" After a space he came to an angle where the cliff turned abruptly west and dwindled sharply in height.

He remembered what the Major had said--the upper entrance of the cave came out on the highest crest of the hill.