It will wind through valleys so deep that the day's sunshine is gone within the hour.

It will be carried in galleries along the faces of the mountains, and for eight months of the year sections of it will be buried deep in snow.

Yet it will be finished." How rightly Andrew Linforth had judged! But Dick for once felt no joy in the accuracy of the old man's forecast.

He walked back through the city silent and with a heavy heart.

He had counted more than he had thought upon Shere Ali's co-operation.