He shouted again, and then he heard Michel Revailloud saying solemnly behind him: "Yes, they are here." Suddenly Chayne turned round, moved by a fierce throb of anger.
"It's not true, you see," he cried.

"He didn't slip out of his steps and drag his guide down with him.

You were wrong, Michel." Michel was standing with his hat in his hand.
"Yes, monsieur, I was quite wrong," he said, gently.

He turned to a big and strong man: "Francois, will you put on the rope and go down ?" They knotted the rope securely about Francois' waist and he took his ice-ax in his hand, sat down on the edge of the crevasse with his legs dangling, turned over upon his face and said: "When I pull the rope, haul in gently." They lowered him carefully down for sixty feet, and at that depth the rope slackened.

Francois had reached the bottom of the crevasse.