cliffs are so undercut that unless a watcher on the coast were
on their extreme edge he would not see the burnfoot sands.

Archie, the skilled tracker, was the one who all but betrayed
us. His knee slipped on the seaweed, and he rolled off a
boulder, bringing down with him a clatter of small stones. We
lay as still as mice, in terror lest the man should have heard the
noise and have come to look for the cause. By-and-by when I
ventured to raise my head above a flat-topped stone I saw that
he was undisturbed. The fire still burned, and he was pacing
round it.
On the edge of the pools was an outcrop of red sandstone
much fissured by the sea. Here was an excellent vantage-
ground, and all three of us curled behind it, with our eyes just
over the edge. The man was not twenty yards off, and I could
see clearly what manner of fellow he was. For one thing he was
huge of size, or so he seemed to me in the half-light. He wore
nothing but a shirt and trousers, and I could hear by the flap
of his feet on the sand that he was barefoot.

Suddenly Tam Dyke gave a gasp of astonishment. 'Gosh,
it's the black minister!' he said.

It was indeed a black man, as we saw when the moon came
out of a cloud. His head was on his breast, and he walked
round the fire with measured, regular steps. At intervals he
would stop and raise both hands to the sky, and bend his
body in the direction of the moon. But he never uttered a word.

'It's magic,' said Archie. 'He's going to raise Satan. We must