The man pointed straight along the black chasm running from below them away into the distance.
“Along there?” whispered Perry, as he comprehended the gesture.
“Yes, I thought so,” said Cyril coolly. “There can be no other way.”
“But what else did he say?” asked Perry breathlessly.
“He said, did your father want to go on any more.”
“What’s that?” cried the colonel.
Cyril repeated the man’s remark.
“Tell him of course, till I wish him to stop.”
Cyril delivered the message, and the man spoke again, gesticulating and pointing along the deep valley.
“He says, sir, that there is no place farther on where you will get a bigger valley, and that there are plenty of snow-mountains farther back.”