There was scarcely any wall at all, so broken was it by lanes and
passages leading in all directions.
We followed some of them for a distance, but found none that gave
any particular promise. Most of them were choked with rocks and
boulders through which it was difficult to force a passage. We
spent an hour or more in these futile explorations, then followed
the wall some distance to the right.
Gradually the exits became less numerous. High on a boulder near
the entrance of one we saw the head of some animal peering down
at us. We hurled our spears at it, but missed; then were forced
to climb up the steep side of the boulder to recover our weapons.
"We'd better go back to Desiree," said Harry when we reached the
ground again. "She'll wonder what's become of us. We've been gone
nearly two hours."
After fifteen minutes' search we found the stream, and followed
it to the left. We had gone farther than we thought, and we were
looking for the end, where we had left Desiree, long before we
reached it. Several times we called her name, but there was no
answer.
"She's probably asleep," said Harry. And a minute later:
"There's the wall at last! But where is she?"
My foot struck something on the ground, and I stooped over to
examine it.
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