At first he tried to do it too quickly， slipped on the steep grass， and slid for several feet. Then he thought this had carried him too far to the left.and as he came up he had seen precipices on that side. So he clambered up again， as near as he could guess to the place he had started from， and began the descent afresh， bearing to his right. After that things seemed to be going better. He went very cautiously， for he could not see more than a yard ahead， and there was still perfect silence all around him. It is very unpleasant to have to go cautiously when there is a voice inside you saying all the time， “Hurry， hurry， hurry.” For every moment the terrible idea of being left behind grew stronger. If he had understood Caspian and the Pevensies at all he would have known， of course， that there was not the least chance of their doing any such thing. But he had persuaded himself that they were all fiends in human form.
“At last！” said Eustace as he came slithering down a slide of loose stones （scree， they call it） and found himself on the level. “And now， where are those trees？ There is something dark ahead. Why， I do believe the fog is clearing.”
