He did not speak to her, through fear that she would stop.
Ahead of them he heard the rumble of water.

It was the creek running through the chasm.
Nepeese was making straight for that sound.

With a little laugh she started to run, and when she stood at the edge of the chasm, McTaggart was fully fifty yards behind her.

Twenty feet sheer down there was a deep pool between the rock walls, a pool so deep that the water was the color of blue ink.

She turned to face the factor from Lac Bain.