The chasm was a V-shaped split and so deep that looking downward sent at once a chill and a shudder over Carley.

At that point it appeared narrow and ended in a box.

In the other direction, it widened and deepened, and stretched farther on between tremendous walls of red, and split its winding floor of green with glimpses of a gleaming creek, bowlder-strewn and ridged by white rapids.

A low mellow roar of rushing waters floated up to Carley's ears.

What a wild, lonely, terrible place! Could Glenn possibly live down there in that ragged rent in the earth?
It frightened her--the sheer sudden plunge of it from the heights.