Another mountain or hill barred their progress.

Then they knew they must be all wrong, and began to feel rather anxious.

They wished they had stayed up on the hill.
They consulted together, and agreed to go on for the present; it might be only a small rise in the ground.
And so it proved.

After a while they found themselves descending again.
But now the path was full of pitfalls, hidden by the snow and the darkness.
Mr.Coventry insisted on going first.
In this order they moved cautiously on, often stumbling.
Suddenly Mr.Coventry disappeared with a sudden plunge, and rolled down a ravine, with a loud cry.
Grace stood transfixed with terror.
Then she called to him.
There was no answer.
She called again.
A faint voice replied that he was not much hurt, and would try to get back to her.
This, however, was impossible, and all he could do was to scramble along the bottom of the ravine.
Grace kept on the high ground, and they called to each other every moment.

They seemed to be a long way from each other; yet they were never sixty yards apart.