CHAPTER XV

IN DESPERATE PLIGHT For a moment Ted Scott and Mark Lawson had to fight for a footing on the slippery brink. They clawed at each other and at the air and eventually managed to recover their balance. Then, dreading what they might see, sick with fear for their comrade, they looked over the edge of the steep drop. Had Jack gone to certain death in the snow and ice-choked valley below? At first they feared that it must be so, but Ted’s horrified gaze, raking the void into which Jack had tumbled, came to rest on a figu…