The thought carried him back to the electrical laboratory of the Institute, and he began to dream that he was still a student of ohms, volts, and amperes.
In another moment his consciousness would have been wholly merged in dreams, but suddenly the place where he lay was filled with a blaze of light that apparently streamed from the solid rock on either side.

So intense was this light that it penetrated even Cabot's closed eyes, and aroused him from the stupor into which he had fallen.

He lifted his head, and, still bewildered, wondered why the laboratory was so brilliantly illuminated.
Then, through the glare, he saw the driving snow-flakes with their dancing shadows magnified a hundred fold, and, all at once, he remembered.

Staggering to his feet, and groping with outstretched arms, he pushed forward along the narrow pathway outlined by the mysterious light.

He no longer heard the sound of bells, but in its place came strains of music that blended weirdly with the shrieking wind, and irresistibly compelled him forward.