They were just thinking of turning back when one Puskin noticed every here and there, a rock, with a strange chipped mark on it. They knew at once that was the trail to follow. It was hard work; up slippery rocks and down slippery rocks, and sometimes not finding the next rock with the mark for a long time.
When the last slippery rock was clambered down, slid down and tumbled over, they saw two very step downhill paths, side by side, with a low wall between, to separate them.
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