But it was only the traveller we had seen, and he must have been looking at what had rolled into the hollow that hid it from me.

He glanced up and caught sight of me.
"How did it happen ?" he called up to me.
"Dead ?" I called back, with a terror of what I knew would be his answer.
Then he laughed at me.
"Do you expect a horse to be leather all through, Master?
Of course he is .-- Saddle and all smashed to bits." Then a dull anger took me that he thought of the horse only, as it seemed, unless he was mazed as I was with it all.
"The man--the man," I said.
"There is no man here, Master.

Did one fall ?" he said in a new voice, and he crossed to the other side of the gorge and scanned the face of the cliff.
"He is not to be seen," he said.

"Maybe he has caught yonder." He pointed to a ledge that was plain enough to me, but nowhere near the place whence the fall was.

There were no ledges to be seen as I looked straight down, and I knew that this place was the most sheer fall along all the length of the gorge.
Now three more of our party came up, and at once they rode down to the village and so round to where the man stood.