After a little silence, Milton Rhodes asked:
"Is that all?"
"All? Indeed, no!" returned Scranton.
He opened the book and prepared to read from it again.
"This adventure that I have just read to you," he said looking over the top of the journal at Milton Rhodes, "took place in what is now known as Paradise Park—a Paradise where, as you well know, there is sometimes twenty-five feet of snow in the winter."
"Of course that was the place," Milton nodded, "for they had climbed the eastern wall of the cañon and had camped near the edge."
"And the one that followed," Scranton added, "on what we now call the Cowlitz Glacier. I believe, Mr. Rhodes, that you have visited Rainier a number of times?"
"Many times, Mr. Scranton. Few men, I believe, know the great mountain better than I do; and I never followed in the footsteps of a guide, imported or otherwise, either."
"Then, in all likelihood, you know the Tamahnowis Rocks in the Cowlitz Glacier."
"I have been there a dozen times."