"Well, Bill, glaciers, you know, move."
"I know that. But what on earth has the movement of the ice to do with the appearance of this angel on Mount Rainier?"
But Milton wouldn't tell me that. Instead, he told me to think. Think? I did. I thought hard; but I couldn't see it. However, we were drawing close to the rocks now, and soon I would have the answer. I felt that pocket again. Yes, the revolver was still there!
"Look here!" said I suddenly.
Milton Rhodes, who was on the point of springing across a fissure, turned and looked.
"How does this come?" I wanted to know. "I thought that the Tamahnowis Rocks were on the Cowlitz Glacier?"
"This is the Cowlitz, Bill."
"But we haven't left the Paradise yet."
"Oh, yes, we have. There is no cleaver between them, no anything; at this place it is all one continuous sheet of ice."
"Oh, that's it. Well, the ice is pretty badly crevassed before us. Glad it isn't all like this."