trying to tell him to hurry. And hurry he did, striding up and down the ridges, till he came to a big boulder, and as Meg rushed to it and back again, barking wildly, stooped and found two unconscious little figures, lying wrapped in one another's arms!
Roy waked from a long sleep to hear a sound of short, hard breathing close to him. He turned slightly and saw a man's figure stooping over at the side of his bed, its shoulders heaving. Rather queer that, he thought; but no queerer than his being in bed. Where ought he to be? He tried to remember. Why, yes—he had no business to be in bed; he was on the moor with Willie, and it was high time they were going on now, because the mist had all gone and the sun' was shining. Or, was it a lamp? He could n't tell. Funny to have a lamp out on the moor! Only everything seemed to have grown
