He said, however, that he would go out and look for her.
In the meantime, Nora had been sitting eating the hatful of berries that she had gathered, gazing off over the rugged landscape and enjoying the mountain scenery bathed in the early morning sunlight.

The mountains, in that softening light, lost their hideousness and were really beautiful to look upon.

Nora's eyes, slowly absorbing the scene before her, suddenly paused in their roving and fixed their gaze on a point some twenty yards below her.

Nora was looking down on the crown of a sombrero.

Below it, the figure that the hat belonged to was invisible in the dense growth of vine and bush.
"Faith, and what's that ?" murmured Nora, half humorously.