But she gained the shelf, gasping, hot of cheek, glad of eye, with her hand in Venters's.

Here they rested.

The beautiful valley glittered below with its millions of wind-turned leaves bright-faced in the sun, and the mighty bridge towered heavenward, crowned with blue sky.

Bess, however, never rested for long.

Soon she was exploring, and Venters followed; she dragged forth from corners and shelves a multitude of crudely fashioned and painted pieces of pottery, and he carried them.