Beforewereachedtheroadthemistblewbackandrevealedawedgeofcountryrightacrosstothehillsbeyondtheriver。Itwasaclearview，everyobjectstandingoutwetandsharpinthelightofmorning。Itshowedthebridgewithhorsemendrawnupacrossit，anditshowed，too，cavalrypicketsmovingalongtheroad。
Theysawusatthesameinstant。Awordwaspasseddowntheroad，ashrillwhistleblew，andthepicketsputtheirhorsesatthebankandstartedacrossthemoor。
’DidInotsaythismistwasfromEblis？’growledHussin，asweswungroundandgallopedbackonourtracks。’ThesecursedZaptiehshaveseenus，andourroadiscut。’
Iwasfortryingthestreamatallcosts，butHussinpointedoutthatitwoulddousnogood。Thecavalrybeyondthebridgewasmovinguptheotherbank。’ThereisapaththroughthehillsthatI
know，butitmustbetravelledonfoot。Ifwecanincreaseourleadandthemistcloaksus，thereisyetachance。’