“And I cut Pan loose directly.”
“It had only to run ten yards to be out of sight in the mist.”
“And it seems so dark when you first run out.”
“It’s lighter now.”
“There’s no dew.”
“Dry mist—it’s clearing a little.”
As they stood by the fire the verge of the cliff above the roof of the hut came out clear of vapour, then they saw the trees outside the stockade rise as it were higher as the vapour shrunk through them: the stars were very faint.
“Lu—lu!” said Mark, pointing to the crevice between the fence and the cliff, and urging Pan to go out again: the spaniel went a few yards towards it, then turned and came back. He could not be induced to venture alone.
“Lions do get loose sometimes,” said Bevis thoughtfully. He had been running over every wild beast in his mind that could by any possibility approach them. Cases do occur every now and then of vans being overturned, and lions and tigers escaping.
“So they do, but we have not heard any roar.”