"You said it happened when Montresor's Mine was buried?" reminded
Eleanor.
"Yes, a small one then, and it may happen again, so we won't stay another moment," begged Barbara, from a distance.
"It's all right at present, Bob, and I'm going to see if the chasm runs along very far," returned Polly, riding Noddy away from the girls.
Anne and Eleanor watched the blinding peak where clouds drifted lazily about so that the top of the crest was visible only now and then. At such times, the sun flashed upon the ice and reflected myriad colors as in a rainbow.
"Isn't it just beautiful!" sighed Anne.
"As wonderful and beautiful as his Satanic Majesty!" declared Eleanor, but she anxiously watched Polly ride along the brink of the fissure.
"Oh, girls! Won't you please come home! I won't be easy till my horse is traveling that corduroy road again!" wailed Barbara.
The others laughed. "You complained about that when we crossed it.
The time may come when you'd be glad to be standing on Grizzly
Slide—after it has slid!" teased Eleanor.
"Now I'm going back! So there!" threatened Barbara, but she remained exactly where she was, for she feared to go back alone.
"Well, it looks as if we would have to return unrewarded. I can't find a place safe enough to cross to the peak, and the crevice seems to run all the way across and deep down, too," said Polly, coming back to join Anne and Eleanor.