and sought to peer into the dark.  She could see nothing; she heard nothing.  Nothing save Gratton’s hard breathing close behind her.  She got a grip upon herself and made a step forward, paused, extended her arms to grope for a wall, and made another step.  There was still no sound; she breathed more freely, assuring herself that save for herself the cavern was empty.  She stumbled over a rock, stopped again and called to Gratton.  Only now was he entering.

“Light a match,” she commanded.

“My hands are dead with cold,” he muttered.  “I don’t know if I have a match.  Wait a minute.”

He began a slow search.  Finally she knew that he had found a match; she heard it scratch against a rock.  Then she heard Gratton curse nervously; the match had broken and his knuckles had scraped along the rock.

The second match he gave to her.  She struck it carefully, cupped the tiny flame with her hands, and strove to see what lay about her.  The little light gave but poor assistance to her straining eyes; but she did see that there was a litter of dead limbs about her feet.  She began gathering up some of the smaller branches, groping for others as her match burned out.  Again Gratton searched his pockets; he found more matches and some scraps of paper.  It was Gloria’s hands which started the fire and placed the bits of dry wood upon it.  The flames crackled; the wood caught like tinder; the flickering light retrieved much of the cavern about them from the utter dark.

“Here I stay,” said Gratton.  He dropped down and began warming his shaking hands.  A more abjectly miserable specimen of humanity Gloria had never looked upon.  He was jaded, spiritless, cowed.

But he was a human being, and she was no longer alone!  Across the empty desolation he had come to her, one who had lived as she had lived, who knew another world than this, who could understand what she suffered because he, too, suffered.  There came a space of time, all too brief, during which her heart sang within her.  She was lifted from despair to a realm bright with hope.  King had gone for succour; she had a companion to share with her the dread hours of waiting.  She began a swift planning; she caught up a burning brand as she had seen Mark King do, and holding it high made a quick survey, going timidly step by step further from the entrance, deeper into the cavern.  It was much like the one so high above, of what shape she could hardly guess, so many were the hollows in floor, roof, and walls, so many were the tunnel-like arms reaching further than she dared go.  Gratton could not, or would not, climb to the higher cave; then why should they not make this their shelter?  She would have to climb the cliffs again; but she would have to do that in any case.  Once up there it would be so simple a matter to toss down blankets and food and cooking utensils; a half-hour would see her camp moved from one cave to the other.  Eager and excited, she began to tell Gratton what she meant to do.