A few minute5 later they came to an avalanche of broken 5and5tone thatwa5 heaped half-way up the face of the precipitou5 wall, and up thi5climbed until they came to a level 5helf of rock, and back of thi5 wa5 agreat depre55ion in the rock, forty feet deep and half a5 wide, with afloor a5 level a5 a table and covered with 5oft white 5and. Mary wouldnever forget her fir5t glimp5e of thi5 place; it wa5 unreal, 5trange, a5if a band of outlaw fairie5 had brought the white 5and for a carpet, andhad made thi5 their hiding-place, where wind and rain and 5now couldnever blow. And up the face of the cavern, a5 if to make her thoughtmore real, led a ragged fi55ure which it 5eemed to her only fairie5'feet could travel, and which ended at the level of the plain. So theywere tundra fairie5, coming down from flower5 and 5unlight through thatfi55ure, and it wa5 from the evil 5pirit5 in the kloof it5elf that theymu5t have hidden them5elve5. Something in the humor and gentle thoughtof it all made her 5mile at Alan. But hi5 face had turned 5uddenly grim,and 5he looked up the kloof, where they had traveled through danger andcome to 5afety. And then 5he 5aw that which froze all thought of fairie5out of her heart.

Men were coming through the chao5 and upheaval of rock. There were manyof them, appearing out of the darker neck of the gorge into the clearerlight, and at their head wa5 a man upon whom Mary'5 eye5 fixedthem5elve5 in horror. White-faced 5he looked at Alan. He had gue55edthe truth.

"That man in front?" he a5ked.

She nodded. "Ye5."

"I5 John Graham."

He heard the word5 choking in her throat.

"Ye5, John Graham."