"Poor Sklokoyum! No wonder he gave us so wild an account of what had happened up there! And, said he, to remain here would be certain death. We must go back, start at once. Well, we are still here, and we are not going to turn back at this spot, though I have no doubt that Sklokoyum himself will do so the very first thing in the morning. "The fog is thinning. Now and again I see a star gleaming down with ghostly fire. We came here seeking a mystery; well, we certainly have found one. I wonder if I can get any sleep tonight. Long is to relieve me at twelve o'clock. For, of course, we can not, after what has happened, leave our camp without a guard. And I wonder if--what, though, is the good of wondering? But what is she, Sklokoyum's angel? And what is that _klale tamahnowis_, that demon? And where is the angel now?" Chapter 4 "VOICES!" Scranton closed the journal on the forefinger of his right hand and looked at Milton Rhodes. "Well," said he, "what do you think of that?" Rhodes did not say what he thought of it. I thought that I knew, though I had to acknowledge that I wasn't sure just what I thought of this wild yarn myself. After a little silence, Milton Rhodes asked: "Is that all?" "All? Indeed, no!" returned Scranton. He opened the book and prepared to read from it again. "This adventure that I have just read to you," he said looking over the top of the journal at Milton Rhodes, "took place in what is now known as Paradise Park--a Paradise where, as you well know, there is sometimes twenty-five feet of snow in the winter." "Of course that was the place," Milton nodded, "for they had climbed the eastern wall of the cañon and had camped near the edge." "And the one that followed," Scranton added, "on what we now call the Cowlitz Glacier. I believe, Mr. Rhodes, that you have visited Rainier a number of times?" "Many times, Mr. Scranton. Few men, I believe, know the great mountain better than I do; and I never followed in the footsteps of a guide, imported or otherwise, either." "Then, in all likelihood, you know the Tamahnowis Rocks in the Cowlitz Glacier." "I have been there a dozen times." "Did you ever, Mr. Rhodes, notice anything unusual at that place?" "Nothing whatever. I found the ascent of the rocks themselves rather difficult and the crevasses there interesting, but nothing more." "Well, it was there," said Scranton, "that what I am going to read to you now took place. Yes, I know that it was there at the Tamahnowis Rocks, though I myself never could find anything there, either. And now, after all these long years, once more it is in that very spot that--" He broke off abruptly and dropped his look to the old record. Milton Rhodes leaned forward. "Mr. Scranton," he asked, "what were you going to say?" Scranton tapped the old journal with a forefinger. "_This_ first," he said. "Then _that_."