"What of him ?" There was no answer at first; only Foster-father covered his face with his hands.

At last he spoke gently.
"He was faithful to death.

He was going first, as ever, cheering us all with his sayings of Firdoos Gita Makani.

I saw him there one moment turning to tell us words of wisdom--the next the snow bridge had given way beneath his feet and he was gone.

We waited on the bank of the awful chasm for a long time, but there was no sound save the roaring of the stream below.