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Not yet even fully awake, Beatrice was conscious of a sudden, vast responsibility laid on her shoulders She felt the thrill of leadership and command, for in her hands alone now rested the fate of the corief for the moainst all ills that ht menace the colony and her child

"The cliff falls?" she cried, starting for the doorway

"Yea,sound The whole fabric of the cavern tre crash reechoed--and now rose shouts, cries, wails of pain

Already Beatrice was out of the door and running down the terrace

"Yulcia! Yulcia!" the old woo!"

She answered nothing, but ran the faster Already she could see dust rising frouished chorus as she sped down the terrace

What could have happened? How great was the catastrophe? What ht the death-roll be?

Her terrors about Allan had at last been thrown into the background of hersave the crushing fact of soasp of terror

She had reached the turn in the path whence now all the further reach of the cliff was visible But, where the crag had towered, now appeared only a great and jagged rent in the lih which the sky peered down

An indescribable chaos of fragments, blocks, debris, detritus of all kinds half choked the river below; and the swift current, suddenly blocked, now foah the newly fallen obstacle

Broken short off, the path stopped not a hundred yards in front of her

As she stood there, dazed and du the terrible cries that rose from those still not dead in the ruins, she perceived so the brink of the new chas from the scant half of the caves still left And all, dazed and nu doith vacant looks

Beatrice first recovered wit Di of the Folk, the burrowing and honeyco some keystone, started some "fault," or broken down soht it had torn loose, slid, crashed, leaped into the canyon, carrying with it how many lives she knew not

All she kneas that rescues must be made of such as still lived, and that the bodies of the dead must be recovered