"Thus each mountain on the brightest day holds in its recesses mystery, and also death." There had come a change already in the manner of the two men.

They found themselves upon neutral ground.

Their faces relaxed from wariness; they were no longer upon their guard.

It seemed that an actual comradeship had sprung up between them.
"There is a mountain called the Grepon," said Skinner.

"I have seen pictures of it--a strange and rather attractive pinnacle, with its knife-like slabs of rock, set on end one above the other--black rock splashed with red--and the overhanging boulder on the top.