Murray O'Neil had seen Jackson Glacier many times, but always he experienced the same feeling of awe, of personal insignificance, as when he first came stumbling up that gorge more than a year before.
For a long time the girls stood gazing without a word. They seemed to have forgotten his presence.
"Well?" he said at last.
"Isn't it BIG?" Natalie faltered, with round eyes. "Will it fall over on us?"
He shook his head. "The river is too wide for that, but when a particularly big mass drops it makes waves large enough to sweep everything before them. This bank on our right is sixty feet high, but I've seen it inundated."
Turning to Eliza, he inquired:
"What do you think of it?"
Her face as she met his was strangely glorified, her eyes were shining, her fingers tightly interlocked.
"I—I'd like to cry or—or swear," she said, uncertainly,
"Why, Eliza!" Natalie regarded her friend in shocked amazement, but Murray laughed.