He saw us as soon as we saw him, and started to run.

We set out in pursuit, but he fled with great speed, leaping from rock to rock like a mountain goat.

He was getting away from us when he slipped and fell into the chasm with a loud cry.

We found a path down the precipice and descended, and discovered him at the foot, battered to death, with the ruby clutched in his hand.

That ended the expedition.