John Martin Leahy

“ A few moments, and we stood at the bottom.
"Great heaven!" said I as we moved along between those walls of ice.
"What is it, Bill?" queried Milton, pausing and looking back at me.
"Suppose this ice-mass here above were to slip! We'd be flattened between these walls like pancakes!"
Rhodes smiled a little and said he guessed we'd be like pancakes all right if that happened. The next moment we were moving forward again, our steel soles grating harshly, though not loudly, upon the glacier-polished bottom. ”

“ He nodded slowly. "Or it might been made by the glacier. No telling, though, Bill. It might have been real enough and something else. We mustn't forget that."
"I am not likely to do so. However, what do you make of this?"
"It may be the way to—the way to Drome. And it may be nothing of the kind. They easily could have vanished into this crevasse."
"And then where could they have gone?"
"Probably the way is blocked by the ice now. Who can say? That overhang down there——"
"Is not an entrance," I told him. ”

“ Yes, the angel and the demon—if the angel had been out upon the ice at the moment of the tragedy—could have disappeared easily enough. 'Tis true, no tracks had been noticed there. That, however, was no proof positive that there had been none. And perhaps, forsooth, there had been no tracks there to discover. The angel might not have been out upon the glacier at all, and the thing might not have left a single mark in the snow. ”