She drew back, startled.
"I beg your pardon!" said Anderson, smiling, but a trifle paler than before.

"I'm not troubled with nerves for myself, but--" He did not complete the sentence, and Elizabeth, could find nothing to say.
"Why, Elizabeth's not afraid!" cried Philip, scornfully.
"This is Roger's Pass, and here we are at the top of the Selkirks," said Anderson, rising.

"The train will wait here some twenty minutes.

Perhaps you would like to walk about." They descended, all but Philip, who grumbled at the cold, wrapped himself in a rug inside the car, and summoned Yerkes to bring him a cup of coffee.
On this height indeed, and beneath the precipices of Mount Macdonald, which rise some five thousand feet perpendicularly above the railway, the air was chill and the clouds had gathered.

On the right, ran a line of glacier-laden peaks, calling to their fellows across the pass.