Aboutfiveo\'clockwecametoapointwhereIdarednotfollow。
Theroadranflatbytheedgeofthesea，sothatseveralmilesofitwerevisible。Moreover，themanhadbeguntolookroundeveryfewminutes。Hewasgettingnearsomethingandwantedtobesurethatnoonewasinhisneighbourhood。Ilefttheroadaccordingly，andtooktothehillside，whichtomyundoingwasonelongcascadeofscreesandtumbledrocks。Isawhimdropoverarisewhichseemedtomarktherimofalittlebayintowhichdescendedoneofthebigcorriesofthemountains。Itmusthavebeenagoodhalf-hourlaterbeforeI，atmygreateraltitudeandwithfarworsegoing，reachedthesamerim。Ilookedintotheglenandmymanhaddisappeared。
Hecouldnothavecrossedit，fortheplacewaswiderthanIhadthought。Aringofblackprecipicescamedowntowithinhalfamileoftheshore，andbetweenthemwasabigstream-long，shallowpoolsattheseaendandachainofwaterfallsabove。Hehadgonetoearthlikeabadgersomewhere，andIdarednotmoveincasehemightbewatchingmefrombehindaboulder。
ButevenasIhesitatedheappearedagain，fordingthestream，hisfacesetontheroadwehadcome。Whateverhiserrandwashehadfinishedit，andwaspostingbacktohismaster。ForamomentI
thoughtIshouldfollowhim，butanotherinstinctprevailed。Hehadnotcometothiswildplaceforthescenery。Somewheredownintheglentherewassomethingorsomebodythatheldthekeyofthemystery。ItwasmybusinesstostaytheretillIhadunlockedit。