For a few moments they watched the rope move this way and that, and then there came a definite pull.
"He has found them," said Michel.
Some of the guides lined out with the rope in their hands.

Chayne took his position in the front, at the head of the line and nearest to the crevasse.

The pull upon the rope was repeated, and slowly the men began to haul it in.

It did not occur to Chayne that the weight upon the rope was heavy.

One question filled his mind, to the exclusion of all else.
Had Francois found his friend?
What news would he bring of them when he came again up to the light?
Francois' voice was heard now, faintly, calling from the depths.