He could ask questions afterward.
The path was in a crevasse where the rocks seemed once to have split.

It was narrow and steep, and before long ended in a _cul de sac_.

The little man thought they had reached their destination, then; but without hesitation the boy climbed over a boulder and dropped into another path on the opposite side, holding out a hand to assist the American.
Uncle John laughed at the necessity, but promptly slid his stout body over the boulder and then paused to mop his brow.
"Much farther, Tato ?" "Just a step, signore." "It is lucky you found Ferralti, or he might have died in these wilds without a soul knowing he was here." "That is true, signore." "Well, is this the path ?" "Yes, signore.

Follow me, please." The cliffs were precipitous on both sides of them.

It was another crevasse, but not a long one.