H. B. Marriott Watson,
The Castle by the Sea — Chapter 19
(1909)
“ I tried one way and then another, but all in vain; the footmarks had vanished. Nevertheless, I swore that I would exhaust all the possible permutations of the various directions, and, accordingly, I resolved to rest where we were and start again with renewed strength. Norroy's pencil had been eagerly busy as he ticked off the passages we had tested. He had never once lost hope, and even confidence; and to hear this amazing man you would have conceived him to be amusing himself on a pleasure excursion rather than to be fighting for his life in a darkness which had owned him for days. ”
