Now, as I peered about, I noticed a little cleft in the rocky margin, a minute’s climb above me.  I was attracted to this by an appearance of smoke or steam that incessantly emerged from it, as though some witch’s caldron were simmering alongside the fall.  Spray it might be, or the condensing of water splashed on the granite; but of this I might not be sure.  Therefore I determined to investigate, and straightway began climbing the rocks—­with my heart in my mouth, it must be confessed, for the foothold was undesirable and the way perilous.  And all the time I was conscious that the white face of Camille watched me from above.  As I reached the cleft I fancied I heard a queer sort of gasping sob issue from his lips, but to this I could give no heed in the sudden wonder that broke upon me.  For, lo! it appeared that the cleft led straight to a narrow platform or ledge of rock right underneath the fall itself, but extending how far I could not see, by reason of the steam that filled the passage, and for which I was unable to account.  Footing it carefully and groping my way, I set step in the little water-curtained chamber and advanced a pace or two.  Suddenly, light grew about me, and a beautiful rose of fire appeared on the wall of the passage in the midst of what seemed a vitrified scoop in the rock.

Marvelling, I put out my hand to touch it, and fell back on the narrow floor with a scream of anguish.  An inch farther, and these lines had not been written.  As it was, the fall caught me by the fingers with the suck of a cat-fish, and it was only a gigantic wrench that saved me from slipping off the ledge.  The jerk brought my head against the rock with a stunning blow, and for some moments I lay dizzy and confused, daring hardly to breathe, and conscious only of a burning and blistering agony in my right hand.

At length I summoned courage to gather my limbs together and crawl out the way I had entered.  The distance was but a few paces, yet to traverse these seemed an interminable nightmare of swaying and stumbling.  I know only one other occasion upon which the liberal atmosphere of the open earth seemed sweeter to my senses when I reached it than it did on this.

I tumbled somehow through the cleft, and sat down, shaking, upon the grass of the slope beyond; but, happening to throw myself backwards in the reeling faintness induced by my fright and the pain of my head, my eyes encountered a sight that woke me at once to full activity.

Balanced upon the very verge of the slope, his face and neck craned forward, his jaw dropped, a sick, tranced look upon his features, stood Camille.  I saw him topple, and shouted to him; but before my voice was well out, he swayed, collapsed, and came down with a running thud that shook the ground.  Once he wheeled over, like a shot rabbit, and, bounding thwack with his head against a flat boulder not a dozen yards from me, lay stunned and motionless.

I scrambled to him, quaking all over.  His breath came quick, and a spirt of blood jerked from a sliced cut in his forehead at every pump of his heart.