It was evident that they had passed the water-shed, and the train was descending.

In a few minutes they would be at Glacier.
She roused herself to hold a rapid consultation over plans.
They must of course do as they were advised, and spend the night at Glacier.
* * * * * The train drew up.
"Well, of all the nuisances!"-- cried Philip, disgusted, as they prepared to leave the car.
Yerkes, like the showman that he was, began to descant volubly on the advantages and charms of the hotel, its Swiss guides, and the distinguished travellers who stayed there; dragging rugs and bags meanwhile out of the car.

Nobody listened to him.

Everybody in the little party, as they stood forlornly on the platform, was in truth searching for Anderson.
And at last he came--hurrying along towards them.

His face, set, strained, and colourless, bore the stamp of calamity.