“Perfectly; and I am letting down the light so that you may see where the ledge is.”
“I understand.”
The lanthorn glided down very rapidly, and in a few moments was level with Saxe’s face. Then it descended still, and Dale called to him to say when it should be stopped; but it was some time before the boy sharply uttered the word, “Now!”
“See the ledge?”
“Yes—with some broken ice upon it.”
“Does he seem much hurt?”
Saxe was silent for a few moments, and then said huskily—
“He is not there!”
“He must be. Look again.”
“Swing the lanthorn backwards and forwards.”