I landed a little above it and commenced clambering over great, detached rocks, until I gained a terrace on a level with the line of smoke.

I paused to listen and heard the muffled sound of voices near me.

The voices came from the other side of a small promontory around which I crawled.

My soft rubber boots made no sound, and as I rounded the rock I was surprised to find myself almost alongside of two shepherds.

One of them was stooping over the fire stirring something in a stew pan, while the other was rolling cigarettes in corn husks, their backs turned toward me.