At a good pace he rattled out of the dell, and came again into the more open quarters of the wood.

To the left a little eminence appeared, spotted with golden gorse, and crowned with a black tuft of firs.
"I shall see from there," he thought, and struck for it across a heathy clearing.
He had gone but a few yards, when Matcham touched him on the arm, and pointed.

To the eastward of the summit there was a dip, and, as it were, a valley passing to the other side; the heath was not yet out; all the ground was rusty, like an unscoured buckler, and dotted sparingly with yews; and there, one following another, Dick saw half a score green jerkins mounting the ascent, and marching at their head, conspicuous by his boar-spear, Ellis Duckworth in person.

One after another gained the top, showed for a moment against the sky, and then dipped upon the further side, until the last was gone.
Dick looked at Matcham with a kindlier eye.
"So y' are to be true to me, Jack ?" he asked.

"I thought ye were of the other party." Matcham began to sob.
"What cheer!" cried Dick.