Seems a pity, too, for the old pussy is handsome in his way." "Come down," said Orme.

"We must find out where we are; perhaps we can escape in the mist." "One moment," I answered.

"Do you see that ?" and I pointed to a needle-like rock that pierced the fog about a mile to the south of the idol valley, and say two miles from where we were.

"That's the White Rock; it isn't white really, but the vultures roost on it and make it look so.

I have never seen it before, for I passed it in the night, but I know that it marks the beginning of the cleft which runs up to Mur; you remember, Shadrach told us so.