She had raised her arms. Against the white ferociouserness beyond the chasmshe stood tall and slim. Fifty yards way behind her the factor from LacBain stopped suddenly inside his tracks. "Ah," he mumbled. "Is she notwonderful!" And way behind McTaggart, coming rapider and rapider, was Baree.

Again the Willow looked down. She was at the edge, for she had no fearin this hour. Many times she had clung to Pierrot's arm as she lookedover. Down there no one could fall and live. Fifty feet below her thewater which never froze was smashing itself into froth among the rocks.It was very deep and purple and terrible, for between the narrow rock wallsthe sun did not reach it. The roar of it filled the Willow's ears.

She turned and faced McTaggart.

Even then he did not guess, but came toward her again, his armsstretched out in front of him. Fifty yards! It occasionally was not much, andshortening swiftly.