Success vindicated Gus’s contention.  The second time, just as it seemed as if his slide would be repeated, he made a last supreme effort and gripped the coveted peg.  By means of the rope, Hazard quickly joined him.  The next peg was nearly sixty feet away; but for nearly half that distance the base of some glacier in the forgotten past had ground a shallow furrow.  Taking advantage of this, it was easy for Gus to lasso the eye-bolt.  And it seemed, as was really the case, that the hardest part of the task was over.  True, the curve steepened to nearly sixty degrees above them, but a comparatively unbroken line of eye-bolts, six feet apart, awaited the lads.  They no longer had even to use the lasso.  Standing on one peg it was child’s play to throw the bight of the rope over the next and to draw themselves up to it.

A bronzed and bearded man met them at the top and gripped their hands in hearty fellowship.

“Talk about your Mont Blancs!” he exclaimed, pausing in the midst of greeting them to survey the mighty panorama.  “But there’s nothing on all the earth, nor over it, nor under it, to compare with this!” Then he recollected himself and thanked them for coming to his aid.  No, he was not hurt or injured in any way.  Simply because of his own carelessness, just as he had arrived at the top the previous day, he had dropped his climbing rope.  Of course it was impossible to descend without it.  Did they understand heliographing?  No?  That was strange!  How did they——­

“Oh, we knew something was the matter,” Gus interrupted, “from the way you flashed when we fired off the shotgun.”

“Find it pretty cold last night without blankets?” Hazard queried.

“I should say so.  I’ve hardly thawed out yet.”

“Have some of this.”  Hazard shoved the flask over to him.

The stranger regarded him quite seriously for a moment, then said, “My dear fellow, do you see that row of pegs?  Since it is my honest intention to climb down them very shortly, I am forced to decline.  No, I don’t think I’ll have any, though I thank you just the same.”

Hazard glanced at Gus and then put the flask back in his pocket.  But when they pulled the doubled rope through the last eye-bolt and set foot on the Saddle, he again drew out the bottle.

“Now that we’re down, we don’t need it,” he remarked, pithily.  “And I’ve about come to the conclusion that there isn’t very much in Dutch courage, after all.”  He gazed up the great curve of the Dome.  “Look at what we’ve done without it!”

Several seconds thereafter a party of tourists, gathered at the margin of Mirror Lake, were astounded at the unwonted phenomenon of a whisky flask descending upon them like a comet out of a clear sky; and all the way back to the hotel they marveled greatly at the wonders of nature, especially meteorites.

TYPHOON OFF THE COAST OF JAPAN