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it, and showed him my photographs of the 
Rocker*” 
She smiled. 
“That's what did it.” she explained. 
“ You made him crazy to bring off the first 
ascent*” 
This time the Bishop frowned in earnest. 
he halted, considered, and then continued, 
with a sort of dogged inevitability— “ includ- 
ing me, is plainly ridiculous. To add to your 
difficulties by having in your company a 
gentleman who has passed the greater portion 
of his life upon the American prairies and 
has never seen a mountain till this present 
‘ HU 
WAS StTRFKlSBD TO FIN'D 1IIS BOOT SEIZED FROM Blil.OW AND THRUST INTO A NEW 
AND DEEFER NICHE.” 
“ Mv child, you’re talking sheer nonsense,” 
lie said. “ You may think yourself a fine 
climber— for a woman you are. But to 
imagine that, accompanied by any guide or 
guides in this valley, you can scale a pinnacle 
that has been attempted in vain by half the 
members of the Alpine Club, including 
summer, simply piles folly on lolly ! I he 
speaker ended on what was palpably a snort 
of indignation. 
His daughter looked at him admiringly. 
“ it was nice of you, dad, not to show any 
mock modesty about yourself, li e know 
that you were the best mountaineer that 
