Part 7 (1/2)

”But how near can I go?” said Saxe, hesitating.

”Nearly to where I broke through the snow crust. You will see.”

Saxe went on cautiously, still seeing nothing till he was close upon the hole, which was a fairly wide opening, a quant.i.ty of half-frozen snow having given way as the guide's weight rested upon it, and dropped into the black-looking rift, which was lightly bridged over on either side by the snow.

”Lean over if you like, and hang on by the rope,” said Melchior, ”if you want to look down.”

Saxe could not say he did not want to look down, for there was a strange fascination about the place which seemed to draw him. But he resisted, and after a quick glance at the thick snow which arched over the creva.s.se, he drew back; and Melchior led on again, striking the shaft of his ice-axe handle down through the crust before him at every step, and divining, by long practice and the colour of the snow, the direction of the creva.s.se so well, that he only once diverged from the edge sufficiently for the handle to go right down.

”We can cross here,” he said at last.

”Are you sure?” said Dale.

The guide smiled, and stamped heavily right across.

”We are beyond the end of the creva.s.se,” he said; and once more they went on upward.

”These cracks make the glacier very dangerous,” observed Dale, after a few minutes.

”Not with a rope and care,” said Melchior, as he trudged on, shouting his words and not turning his head. ”But what will you? See how much easier it is. It would take us hours longer to keep to the rocks.

There is a creva.s.se here: walk lightly--just in my steps.”

They followed him carefully, without realising when they were pa.s.sing over the opening, the difference in the appearance of the snow being only plain to the guide; and then onward again till the place was opposite to them where they were to leave the ice river and climb to the rocks.

”One moment,” said Dale: ”let's take one look round before we leave this part. Look, Saxe! the view is magnificent.”

”Yes; and you can see better from here,” cried the boy enthusiastically, as he stepped forward a few yards.

”Ah! not that way!” cried Melchior.

The warning came too late, for Saxe dropped through suddenly, tightening the rope with a jerk which threw Dale forward upon his face, and drew him a little way on toward the creva.s.se, whose slight covering of snow had given way.

But Melchior threw himself back, and stopped farther progress, as Saxe's voice came up from below in a smothered way--

”Ahoy! Help! help!”

”Get to your feet,” cried Melchior to Dale; ”I'll keep the rope tight.”

”Yes,” cried Dale, scrambling up; ”now, quick!--both together, to draw him out.”

”Draw him out? No,” said the guide quietly. ”Now plant your feet firmly, and hold him till I come to your side.”

Dale obeyed at once, and shouting to Saxe that help was coming, he stood fast, waiting for the guide.

Meanwhile, Saxe, who had felt the snow suddenly drop from beneath him, and had been brought up breathlessly with a sudden jerk, was swinging slowly to and fro, clinging with both hands to the rope, and trying vainly to get a rest for his feet on the smooth wall of ice, over which his toes glided whenever he could catch it; but this was not often, for the ice receded, and in consequence he hung so clear, that the line turned with him, and he was at times with his back to the side from which the rope was strained, gazing at the dimly-seen opposite wall, some six or seven feet away. Above was the over-arching snow, which looked fragile in the extreme.

Far below him as he fell he heard the snow and ice he had broken away go hissing and whispering down for what seemed long after he had dropped; and this gave him some idea of the terrible depth of the ice crack, and a cold chill, that was not caused by the icy coldness of the place, ran through him, as he wondered whether the rope, which now looked thin and worn, would hold. Then he thought that it might possibly cut against the sharp edge, and after a sharp glance upward, to see nothing but the blue sky, he could not keep from looking down into the black depths and listening to the faint musical gurgle of running water.

He shuddered as he slowly turned, and then strained his ears to try and make out what his companion and the guide were doing. But he could hear nothing for some minutes. Then there was a vibration of the rope, and a slight jerking sensation, and to his horror he found that he was being lowered down.