a number of smaller cracks.

The only way to get to the other side was to follow along these
smaller cracks where they made a crooked natural bridge across
the chasm. Even Seppi's stout heart quailed a little as he gazed
down into the depths of the huge rifts. The walls of ice gleamed
with wonderful greens and blues, but he had no heart to admire
the beautiful colors.

"Remember Peter of Lucerne, and come on," he shouted back to
Leneli, and without another word started across the treacherous
ice bridge. It made no difference whether she was frightened or
not, Leneli simply had to follow him even though the goats, sure-
footed as they were, shrank from the journey, and Bello hung back
and whined.

"Follow exactly in my footsteps," shouted Seppi, and Leneli
swallowed a lump in her throat, grasped her alpenstock more
firmly and went forward.

"Don't look down into the hole! Look at the bridge across it!"
shouted Seppi.

He stepped carefully forward, finding solid footing with his
stick before each step, and in a short time stood safely on the
other side of the chasm. There he waited and held his breath,
while the goats picked their way daintily across the ice bridge
after him, and when Leneli and Bello at last reached his side, he
hugged them both for joy.