We will go up to the Glacier des Nantillons." He went up to his room, fetched his ice-ax and a new club-rope with the twist of red in its strands, and came down again.

The rumor of an accident had spread.

A throng of tourists stood about the door and surrounded the group of guides, plying them with questions.

One or two asked Chayne as he came out on what peak the accident had happened.

He did not reply.