The dense, dazzling white, encompassing host began to pour over and down every ravine and pass of the coast.

Lance recognized the sea-fog, and knew that scarcely twenty miles away lay the ocean--and safety! The drooping sun was now caught and hidden in its soft embraces.

A sudden chill breathed over the mountain.

He shivered, rose, and plunged again for very warmth into the spice-laden thicket.

The heated balsamic air began to affect him like a powerful sedative; his hunger was forgotten in the languor of fatigue: he slumbered.