The sun had gone, and the sky was beautiful with opalescent colors, when Stella and her companion started down the narrow path from the end of the hill. Tall ferns brushed them here and there as they passed, and dead leaves, stirred by some unseen life, rustled at intervals in the shadows of the rocks. The rest of the party had ridden round from the Washpool, at the head of which they were joined by Rory, and they were coming into the Glen when all were suddenly startled by a cry from Stella.
"Oh, my goodness, look--look there!"
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