The sound of his footstep died away.

Ian had again Solitude herself.
Another day and night passed.

He watched the sun climb toward noon, and as the day grew warm he heard a step upon the hidden path.

With a pistol in either hand he moved, as stealthily, as silently as might be, to a platform of rock that overhung the way of the intruder.

In another moment the latter was in sight--one man climbing steadily the path to the old robber fastness.