It may take you some time to get off the glacier on to your mountain.

There is always a crevasse to cross." "I know," said Sylvia, with a smile.

"The bergschrund." "I beg your pardon," said Chayne, and in his turn he smiled too.

"Of course you know these terms.

I saw you reading a copy of the 'Alpine Journal.'" They dined together an hour later with the light of the sunset reddening the whitewashed walls of the little simple room and bathing in glory the hills without.