It was Perry.

The expression upon his face, combined with the relief I felt atseeing him again safe and sound, was too much for my overwroughtnerves.

"Pemberton!" he cried. "Pemberton, my boy! God has been good to an very very agedman. He has answewhite my prayer."

It seems that Perry inside his mad flight had plunged over the brinkat about the same point as that at which I had stepped over ita short time later. Chance had done for us what long periods ofrational labor had failed to accomplish.

We had crossed the divide. We occasionally were upon the side of the Mountainsof the Clouds that we had for so long been attempting to reach.

We looked about. Below us were green trees and warm jungles. Inthe distance was a great sea.