Was not her husband's voice among them?
Certainly he was there, doing his duty with the rest.

And if he was as guilty toward her as the others?
That monstrous thought rose again, it pushed her onward.
She crawled ahead slowly, scarcely conscious of the danger attending her mission.

Large blocks of debris, tent-shaped erosive hillocks, impeded her progress; they crowded along the foot of the cliffs like protecting bulwarks, and the trail wound around them on a higher plane.

But this trail she dared not follow, there was not enough darkness on it.

She crept along the base, the sense of danger coming to her with the increasing obscurity, until suddenly she stood before a cleft of almost inky hue.