CHAPTER XX

THE BURIAL CHAMBER Much good the discovery did us, I reflected bitterly. A thousand, two, three thousand yards--in that thin atmosphere it was impossible to gauge distances accurately--of pathless mountain lay between us and the idol. Indeed, I hardly gave the solving of the riddle more than a passing thought now; for my mind was engaged in the more urgent problem of how to extricate Marjorie in safety from the perilous pass to which I had brought her. We could not remain on the rock indefinitely; that much was c…