e stopped the other fellow and they lay on the rock for a
few minutes. Then Walters shouted: 'He's not to be trusted, and I
can't climb back alone.'

"Well, it was some moments before I could face the situation, but I
told him to get down as fast as he could and send a rescue party with
the other guide. He objected, but admitted that he saw no other plan,
and I felt desperately lonely as I watched them crawl down the
_couloir_. I don't know that I felt much worse afterwards, although it
began to snow and my hands and feet seemed to turn to ice; two of my
left fingers aren't of much use yet. The ledge was wide enough to sit
on, but slanted, and one had to be careful to keep from slipping off.
The snow stopped, but when dark came I'd given up hope of the rescue
party's arriving in time. As a matter of fact, they were nearly too
late, and I was in bed a month after they got me down; but Lucy can
tell you the rest. You see, she saved my life."

A wave of color flushed Lucy's face. "When I reached the hotel I felt
uneasy, and when it got dark and Lawrence didn't come I was alarmed. I
had kept the guide who brought me home, and sent him to find some of
his friends at a ranch not far off. They went back to look for
Lawrence."

"You went back," said Lawrence reprovingly.

"As far as the first big crevasse; they wouldn't let me cross. But
before this we met Walters and the other guide, who was drunk. Walters
wanted to come with us, but I wouldn't allow him."

"You thought he was too tired?" Foster suggested.

"No," said Lucy quietly, "it wasn't altogether that."

Foster saw she would say no more about it, which seemed significant,
and he let her go on.

"There is not much more to tell," she said with a shiver. "I was very
anxious while I waited behind a hummock of ice, but at last I heard the
men coming; they were carrying Lawrence, who couldn't walk. We got him
down to the hotel--and I think that's all."

"But what became of Walters?" Foster asked.

"He stayed for a few days, and we were glad when he had to leave. He
was in the way when Lawrence was ill."

"Thank you," said Foster gravely and was silent for a time.

He understood why his comrade called Miss Stephen Lucy, although he had
not known her very long. She had, no doubt, saved his life by hurrying
off the rescue party and had afterwards taken care of him when he was
ill. He thought Lawrence lucky, but was not justified in
congratulating h