"Fear blinded me." His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still.
We arose, looked about us dazedly.

At the side of the crevice stood the woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his arms about Ruth, her head hidden on his breast.
The valley was empty--save for the huddled heaps that dotted it.
High up on the mountain path a score of figures crept, all that were left of those who but a little before had streamed down to take us captive or to slay.

High up in the darkening heavens the lammergeiers, the winged scavengers of the Himalayas, were gathering.
The woman lifted her hand, beckoned us once more.

Slowly we walked toward her, stood before her.

The great clear eyes searched us--but no more intently than our own wondering eyes did her..