And three hundred yards beyond a second cry rang out.

A guide was standing on the lower edge of a great crevasse with a hand upheld above his head.

The searchers converged quickly upon him.

Chayne hurried forward, plying the pick of his ax as never in his life had he plied it.

Had the guide come upon the actual place where the accident took place, he asked himself?
But before he reached the spot, his pace slackened, and he stood still.