And then they came to the edge of the cliff, where the heel marks ended.
Nothing showed on the rocks, nothing showed on the face of the cliff.
In the meantime someone had picked up the trail to the cliff, and Dozier followed it.
She looked over the cliff down an appalling depth of hundreds of feet.
They were at the foot of a cliff, over which the animal had probably fallen.
But let us return to our sheep—which means the sea-lions of the Cliff House.
There were bushes about it, and, at that point, the cliff seemed to be almost perpendicular.
Then he returned to the hole in the cliff, and remained there until twilight.
He tried to climb a cliff that of old he had often bounded up at full speed.
It was as if another were following him down the face of the cliff.