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He was killed with his guide, but after the real dangers were passed. That seems to happen at times." Chayne looked at Garratt Skinner in surprise. "It is strange that you should have mentioned John Lattery's death," he said, slowly. "Why?" asked Garratt Skinner, turning quietly toward his companion. "I read of it in 'The Times." "Oh, yes. No doubt it was described. What I meant was this.
"Three days ago." The gravity on Chayne's face changed into a deep distress. Lattery's party would have slept out one night certainly. They would have made a long march from Courmayeur and camped on the rocks at the foot of the pass. It was likely enough that they should have been caught upon that rock-wall by night upon the second day.
Gently," it seemed that the dead man's mouth was speaking. Chayne uttered a cry; then a deathly sickness overcame him. He dropped the rope, staggered a little way off like a drunken man and sat down upon the ice with his head between his hands. Some while later a man came to him and said: "We are ready, monsieur." Chayne returned to the crevasse. Lattery's guide had been raised from the crevasse.
Here and there the ridge sinks between the peaks, and one such depression between the Aiguille de Blaitière and the Aiguille du Grépon is called the Col des Nantillons. To cross that pass, to descend on the other side of the great rock-wall into that bay of ice facing Chamonix, which is the Glacier des Nantillons, had been Lattery's idea. Chayne turned to the porter. "When did this come?"
You were quite wrong. It was the avalanche. It was no fault of his." "I was wrong," said Michel, and he took Chayne by the arm lest he should fall; and these two men came long after the others into Chamonix. The news of Lattery's death was telegraphed to England on the same evening. It appeared the next morning under a conspicuous head-line in the daily newspapers, and Mr.
It was much too heavy and big for my arms to stop and I couldn't move, of course, since I was standing on Jack Lattery's shoulders. There did not seem very much chance, with nothing below us except two thousand feet of vacancy. But there was just at my side a little bit of a crack in the edge of the cleft, and there was just a chance that the rock might shoot out down that cleft past me.
Chayne had risen from his chair, but Kenyon laid a hand upon his shoulder and forced him down again with a friendly pressure. "I read of Lattery's death. I am grieved about it for you as much as for Lattery. I know just what that kind of loss means. It means very much," said he, letting his deep-set eyes rest with sympathy upon the face of the younger man.
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