The universal opinion was that she had taken sudden alarm
at something, lost her foothold, and fallen down a precipice, as so
many unfortunate tourists had done in North Wales. One day I and one
of my men met, on a spur of the Glyder, the tourist of the flint
implements with whom I had conversed at Bettws y Coed. He was alone,
geologising or else searching for flint implements on the hills.
Evidently my haggard appearance startled him. But when he learnt what
was my trouble he became deeply interested. He told me that one day
after our meeting at 'The Royal Oak,' Bettws y Coed, he had met a
wild-looking girl as he was using his geologist's hammer on the
mountains. She was bareheaded, and had taken fright at him, and had
run madly in the direction of the most dangerous chasm on the range;
he had pursued her, hoping to save her from destruction, but lost
sight of her close to the chasm's brink. The expression on his face
told me what his thoughts were as to her fate. He accompanied me to
the chasm. It was indeed a dreadful place. We got to the bottom by a
winding path, and searched till dusk among the rocks and torrents,
finding nothing.
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