was one comfort. As they went on they had to pass around great ridges of snow and over hummocks of ice, where the water had frozen while tumbhng down the mountain side. There were but few trees in that vicinity, although a small forest grew at the foot of the cliffs.
At last they reached a spot where the guide said a small and decidedly uncertain trail led to the bottom of the upper cliff—the first one over which Mr. Porter had fallen.
"Then that is where I am going," said Dave. "Perhaps I can find out something about my father there."
"You had better come with us," answered Granbury Lapham. "As soon as I have met my brother we can all come back to this place."
"No, you can come back anyway—I'll stay here now and look around," replied the youth, firmly.
Bjornhof pointed out the exact spot from which Mr. Porter had fallen, and without waiting Dave trudged off, and the others continued their climb up the mountain. Soon a point of rocks separated them, and Dave found himself utterly alone.
Had he had less to think about the boy might have felt very lonely. But now his heart was filled with thoughts of his parent, and he never gave the situation in which he was placed any consideration. On and on he hurried. Twice he fell on the slippery rocks, but picked himself up
