The Crystal Hunters Part 6

"Yes; but right over among the mountains, herr. It was a great fall, though, or we should not have heard it here."

He plodded steadily on, and Saxe noted that he kept his eyes down and seemed to make a business of every step, measuring exactly where he should plant it, and keeping hold, as it were, with his other foot till he was sure that his new step was safe. Not that this took long, but it appeared to be all carefully studied, and the boy learned that such caution must be the result of experience and mean safety in his arduous climbing.

The glacier wound in serpentine fas.h.i.+on along the valley, growing wilder and grander as they ascended. There were ma.s.ses of piled-up ice, and creva.s.ses into whose blue depths they peered as they listened to the hollow echoing sounds of running water. Some of these were stepped over in an ordinary stride, some had to be jumped; and, though the distance was short, Saxe felt a curious shrinking sensation as he leaped across a four or five feet rift, whose sides were clear blue ice, going right down to what would in all probability mean death to one who fell. Then on again, till it seemed to the lad that they must have journeyed that one mile upward several times over; and, at last, before them there was snow filling up all the irregularities, and offering them a soft smooth path.

It was not snow, though, such as he had seen in England, for it looked more like a thick layer of softened hailstones, which he could scoop up and let fall separately, or scatter at large to glisten in the sun, while upon trying it the particles crackled and crushed under their feet, but felt pretty firm.

"What are you stopping for?" said Dale.

"I don't quite like the look of the snow on beyond this first old part,"

said the guide. "You have no alpenstock or ice-axe either."

"Shall we give up going any farther to-day?" said Dale.

"No, herr: because I want to get round that piece of rock which runs out from the side. Beyond that there is a couloir running right up to the ridge, and it will be the easiest place for us to mount."

As he spoke he took the coil of rope from across his chest, and began to unfasten the end.

"Is that necessary?" asked Dale; while Saxe looked wonderingly on.

"Who knows, herr? It is the duty of a guide to take care his people run no risks. I want to be a good guide to mine."

"What are we going to do?" asked Saxe.

"Rope ourselves together in case the snow covers a creva.s.se."

"But if one goes through, he'll pull down the others," cried Saxe. "Is that wise?"

"He will not pull down the others," said Dale, "for they will pull him out."

Melchior said nothing, but slowly unfastened his rope as they stood there with their feet in the depth of a rigid winter and their heads in the height of summer. When he had it ready, hanging in loops on his left arm, he held out one end to his companions with a smile.

"Alpen rope. Good. Best," he said. "English make," and he pulled open one end, to show them a red strand running through it. "Now!"

He fastened one end by a peculiar knot round Saxe's waist, arranging it so that it should not slip and tighten, whatever stress was given.

Then, bidding the lad walk away till told to stop, he deliberately counted over a certain number of rings.

"Stop! Keep the rope out of the snow."

Then, with Dale and Saxe holding the rope taut, the middle was attached by similar knots to Dale's waist, and Melchior walked on, and on reaching his end secured the rope to himself.

"Keep it nearly tight," he said, "holding the rope in your right hand.

If any one goes wrong in the snow, the others are to stand firm and hang back, so as to hold him firmly. Keep to the steps of the man before you as much as you can. Now, then. Vorwarts!"

He started off now through the snow, with Dale and Saxe following.

"Been better if you had placed him in the middle, wouldn't it, Melchior?" said Dale.

"Yes, herr, I was thinking so. Shall I alter it?"

"No: let's go on as we are this time. Forward again!" And they went on over the dazzling untrodden surface.

CHAPTER FOUR.

ON THE ROPE.

"I say," cried Saxe, after they had gone on crunching through the snow, which was soft and melting fast.

"Yes: what is it?"

"Don't you feel as if we were horses haltered together for market?"

"I might answer, sir--Don't you feel like a donkey being led?"

"No. Why?"

"Because you ask such an absurd, childish question, and that at a serious time."

Saxe was silent.

"Mr Dale needn't be so gruff," he said to himself, as he tramped on, looking up at the rocky sides of the valley, which grew more and more snow-clad as they went on, and giving himself greater trouble by missing the footsteps of his leaders. Once he nearly stumbled and fell, giving a jerk to the rope; but he recovered himself directly, and tramped on in silence, finding the going so arduous that he began to wish for the time when they would leave the glacier and take to the rocks.

But he could not keep silence long.

"Shall we have to go back along the mountain?" he said. "Or will there be some other track?"

"I expect we shall cross the ridge into a similar valley to this, and go down another glacier; but--Ah! Hold tight!"

He threw himself backward, tightening the rope, and as soon as he could get over his surprise at the suddenness of the accident, Saxe followed his companion's example. For all at once Melchior disappeared, pa.s.sing through the snow, and a hollow, echoing, rus.h.i.+ng noise fell upon their ears.

"Haul away, gentlemen!" cried the guide's voice; and as they dragged at the rope, they saw his arms appear with the ice-axe, which was struck down into the snow, and directly after the man climbed out, rose from his hands and knees, and shook the snow off his clothes.

"We wanted the rope, you see," he said quietly. "I ought to have known by the snow that this part was dangerous. No harm done, gentlemen.

Let's strike off for the side."

"But you went through," said Saxe excitedly. "Was it a creva.s.se?"

"Yes, of course," said the guide, smiling.

"Was it deep?"

"Deep? Oh yes! Would you like to look?"

Saxe nodded, and the guide drew back for him to pa.s.s, but took hold of the rope and held it tightly.

"Go on," he said encouragingly. "I have you fast."