The sounds went further away, for he did not hear the tread of hoofs again.

He had forgotten them; his face had dropped upon his hands; he was looking at nothing, except that, beneath the screen of his fingers, he could see the red pebbles at his feet.
Something very like a prayer was in his heart; it had no form; it was not a thing of which his intellect could take cognizance.

Just then he heard a cry of fear and a sound as if of something dashing into the water.

The sounds came from behind the rocky point.

Caius knew the voice that cried and he rose up wildly, but staggered, baffled by his old difficulty, that the path thither lay only through deep water or round above the cliff.
Then he saw a horse swimming round the red rocks, and on its back a woman sat, not at ease--evidently distressed and frightened by the course the animal was taking.