And then one day there suddenly drifted across the deathlike valley the chime of jingling spurs and the sound of human voices. Down the long defile a cavalcade of mounted men and pack mules made their way, plunging through drifts and clattering over rocks. The unwonted sound awoke the long slumbering echoes of the mountain, brought down small avalanches from cliff and tree, and at last brought from some cavern of the rocks to the surface of the snow a figure so wild, haggard, dishevelled, and monstrous, that it was scarcely human. It crawled upon the snow, dodging behind rocks with the timidity of a frightened animal, and at last, squatting behind a tree, awaited in ambush the approach of the party. Two men rode ahead; one grave, preoccupied, and reticent. The other alert, active, and voluble. At last the reticent man spoke, but slowly, and as if recalling a memory rather than recording a present impression. "They cannot be far away from us now. It was in some such spot that I first saw them. The place is familiar." "Heaven send that it may be!" said the other hastily, "for to tell you the truth, I doubt if we will be able to keep the men together a day longer in this crazy quest, unless we discover something." "It was here," continued the other dreamily, not heeding his companion, "that I saw the figures of a man and woman. If there is not a cairn of stone somewhere about this spot, I shall believe my dream false, and confess myself an old fool." "Well--as I said before," rejoined the other, laughing, "anything--a scrap of paper, an old blanket, or a broken waggon-tongue will do. Columbus helped his course and kept up his crew on a fragment of seaweed. But what are the men looking at? Great God! There _is_ something moving by yonder rock!" By one common superstitious instinct the whole party had crowded together--those who, a few moments before, had been loudest in their scepticism, held their breath with awe, and trembled with excitement--as the shambling figure that had watched them enter the cañon rose from its lair, and taking upon itself a human semblance, with uncouth gestures and a strange hoarse cry made towards them. It was Dumphy! The leader was the first to recover himself. He advanced from the rest and met Dumphy half-way. "Who are you?" "A man." "What's the matter?" "Starving." "Where are the others?" Dumphy cast a suspicious glance at him and said-- "Who?" "The others. You are not alone?" "Yes, I am!" "How did you get here?" "What's that to you? I'm here and starving. Gimme suthin' to eat and drink." He sank exhaustedly on all fours again. There was a murmur of sympathy from the men. "Give him suthin'. Don't you see he can't stand--much less talk? Where's the doctor?" And then the younger of the leaders thus adjured--"Leave him to me--he wants my help just now more than yours." He poured some brandy down his throat. Dumphy gasped, and then staggered to his feet.