struck a road which crossed a low pass and skirted the flank of the
mountains, and this we followed till we were on the western side
and within sight of the sea. It was gorgeous weather, and out on the
blue water I saw cool sails moving and little breezes ruffling the
calm, while I was glowing like a furnace. Happily I was in fair
training, and I needed it. The Portuguese Jew must have done a
steady six miles an hour over abominable country.

About five o'clock we came to a point where I dared not follow.
The road ran flat by the edge of the sea, so that several miles of it
were visible. Moreover, the man had begun to look round every
few minutes. He was getting near something and wanted to be sure
that no one was in his neighbourhood. I left the road accordingly,
and took to the hillside, which to my undoing was one long
cascade of screes and tumbled rocks. I saw him drop over a rise
which seemed to mark the rim of a little bay into which descended
one of the big corries of the mountains. It must have been a good
half-hour later before I, at my greater altitude and with far worse
going, reached the same rim. I looked into the glen and my man
had disappeared.

He could not have crossed it, for the place was wider than I had
thought. A ring of black precipices came down to within half a
mile of the shore, and between them was a big stream - long,
shallow pools at the sea end and a chain of waterfalls above. He had
gone to earth like a badger somewhere, and I dared not move in
case he might be watching me from behind a boulder.

But even as I hesitated he appeared again, fording the stream, his
face set on the road we had come. Whatever his errand was he had