“That seems to be the only way,” he said at last.
“To wait, father?”
“Yes. We had better build up a cairn with some of these stones to guide us to the spot when we come to hunt for it in the dark.”
“No need to build a cairn, sir, if I plant three or four stones on the top of that big rock there.”
“No; but what about finding it in the dark?”
“Lanthorn will set that right, sir.”
“Very well. Up with them, then. Help him, Chris; I’ll hold the horses.”
The reins were handed to the speaker, and Griggs pointed to a large light-grey piece of lava.
“If you can lift one end of that, squire, to help me, that bit would stand upright on the top of this block. This would do, for it’s light-coloured. Can you do it?”
“Oh yes; it’s the same sort of stone as this,” said Chris, pushing a piece with his foot, “all full of holes, like sponge and cinder.”