"
"How long do you think that this rascally fog is likely to last?"
"It may clear up as the sun gets high, sir, but I must acknowledge
that it may last for days. There is never any saying among these
hills."
"Well, at any rate you must give up all idea of making a raid on this
still, Mr. Fitzgibbon. That has become a secondary object altogether
now. What we have to do is to find our way out of this. Hitherto I
have tried what we could do in silence. Now I shall give that up. Now,
sergeant, get the men together again. I will go ahead, and shall, if I
can, keep on descending. If one does that one must get out of these
hills at last. When I get about fifty yards I will shout. Then you
send a man on to me. When he reaches me I will shout again and go on
another fifty yards. When I shout send another man forward. When he
gets to the first man the first man is to shout and then come on to
me, and you send off another. In that way we shall make a regular line
fifty yards apart, and I don't think any one can get lost. Should any
one get confused and stray, which he can't do if he keeps his head, he
must shout till he hears his shouts answered. After a time if he
doesn't hear any answer he must fire his gun, and we must answer till
he rejoins us. But if my orders are observed I do not see how any one
can miss their way, as there will be posts stationed every fifty
yards.
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