Jane did not look high, but she felt the overshadowing of broken rims above.
She felt that it was a fearful, menacing place.

And she climbed on in heartrending effort.

And she fell beside Lassiter and Fay at the top of the incline in a narrow, smooth divide.
He staggered to his feet--staggered to a huge, leaning rock that rested on a small pedestal.

He put his hand on it--the hand that had been shot through--and Jane saw blood drip from the ragged hole.

Then he fell.
"Jane--I--can't--do--it!" he whispered.
"What ?" "Roll the--stone!...