Later, the valley seemed to lift itself towards him, showing the fallen masses of the mountain and the white streaks that were streams. Then, sharp in the clear air, he heard the barking of a dog.
He rose, stretched his cramped limbs and faced the rocks. The unpassable danger of last night was only difficulty in the morning, and shakily and in fear he overcame it.
So, stumbling over the riot of loose stones that strewed the top, staggering down heather slopes imminent with pitfalls, he came at last to the sight of Alexander on the horse-block.
That was a good adventure for Theresa.
[CHAPTER II]
Alexander quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the bedside.
"I'm awake," said Edward Webb, blinking rapidly.
"I thought you never would be. It's four o'clock."
"Four o'clock!"