It was very early in the morning; the sun had risen bright and warm.

At that season even this desolate bit of shore wag garlanded above with the most lovely green; the little island was green as an emerald.
Caius did not intend to keep his present place long.

The rocky point where the red cliff ended hid any portion of the Day farm from his view, and as soon as the morning was far enough advanced he intended to go and see how the owner and his household had fared during the night.
In the meantime he waited, and while he waited Fate came to him smiling.
Once or twice as he sat he heard the sound of horse's feet passing on the cliff above him.

He knew that Day's horses were there, for they were pastured alternately upon the cliff and upon the richer herbage of the little island.

He supposed by the sounds that they were catching one of them for use on the farm.