They turned to her companion, but he was lying senseless on the snow.

“Lower me down to him,” she said, taking two little kegs they had brought, and hanging them about her, “or I will dash myself to pieces!  I am a peasant, and I know no giddiness or fear; and this is nothing to me, and I passionately love him.  Lower me down!”

“Ma’amselle, ma’amselle, he must be dying or dead.”

“Dying or dead, my husband’s head shall lie upon my breast, or I will dash myself to pieces.”

They yielded, overborne.  With such precautions as their skill and the circumstances admitted, they let her slip from the summit, guiding herself down the precipitous icy wall with her hand, and they lowered down, and lowered down, and lowered down, until the cry came up:  “Enough!”

“Is it really he, and is he dead?” they called down, looking over.

The cry came up:  “He is insensible; but his heart beats.  It beats against mine.”

“How does he lie?”

The cry came up:  “Upon a ledge of ice.  It has thawed beneath him, and it will thaw beneath me.  Hasten.  If we die, I am content.”

One of the two men hurried off with the dogs at such topmost speed as he could make; the other set up the lighted torches in the snow, and applied himself to recovering the Englishman.  Much snow-chafing and some brandy got him on his legs, but delirious and quite unconscious where he was.

The watch remained upon the brink, and his cry went down continually:  “Courage!  They will soon be here.  How goes it?” And the cry came up:  “His heart still beats against mine.  I warm him in my arms.  I have cast off the rope, for the ice melts under us, and the rope would separate me from him; but I am not afraid.”

The moon went down behind the mountain tops, and all the abyss lay in darkness.  The cry went down:  “How goes it?” The cry came up:  “We are sinking lower, but his heart still beats against mine.”

At length the eager barking of the dogs, and a flare of light upon the snow, proclaimed that help was coming on.  Twenty or thirty men, lamps, torches, litters, ropes, blankets, wood to kindle a great fire, restoratives and stimulants, came in fast.  The dogs ran from one man to another, and from this thing to that, and ran to the edge of the abyss, dumbly entreating Speed, speed, speed!

The cry went down:  “Thanks to God, all is ready.  How goes it?”

The cry came up:  “We are sinking still, and we are deadly cold.  His heart no longer beats against mine.  Let no one come down, to add to our weight.  Lower the rope only.”

The fire was kindled high, a great glare of torches lighted the sides of the precipice, lamps were lowered, a strong rope was lowered.  She could be seen passing it round him, and making it secure.

The cry came up into a deathly silence:  “Raise!  Softly!” They could see her diminished figure shrink, as he was swung into the air.