It had poured into the crevasse.
The guide pointed to the left of the track.
"Do you see, monsieur?
Those steps which come downward across the glacier and stop exactly where the track meets them?
They do not go on, on the other side of the track, monsieur." Chayne saw clearly enough.

The two men had been descending the glacier in the afternoon, the avalanche had fallen and swept them down.

He dropped upon his knees and peered into the crevasse.

The walls of the chasm descended smooth and precipitous, changing in gradual shades and color from pale transparent green to the darkest blue, until all color was lost in darkness.

He bent his head and shouted into the depths: "Lattery! Lattery!" And only his voice came back to him, cavernous and hollow.