"But come up with what you've got, and leave it." A faint laugh answered him, and through the moaning of the pines he caught the words, "If it's not over the edge here, I'm going to get the thing." Seaforth said nothing further.

He knew his comrade too well, and could picture him clinging by hand and heel as he crawled along the brink of the declivity with the lake below, and gasped from relief when once more a dim whitened object lurched up out of the snow.
"Got them all," said Alton cheerfully.

"That last one was just on the edge, and it took some thinking before I could get at it.

Still, I guessed it was some kind of dress stuff for the girl, and if we lost it it might be a long while before she got another." They relashed the packages and went on again, floundering through steadily deepening snow, until once more the roar of water met them as they dipped into a hollow.

It grew louder rapidly, and presently Alton pulled the Cayuse up on the brink of a river.