The glacier itself was crevassed so that many a devour was necessary, and occasionally a jump; and evening came upon them while they were on the Rocher de L'Aigle.

It was quite dark when at last they reached the grass slopes, and still far below them the lights were gleaming in La Grave.

To both men those grass slopes seemed interminable.

The lights of La Grave seemed never to come nearer, never to grow larger.

Little points of fire very far away--as they had been at first, so they remained.