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Sarah wondered what Da-wa had said to Frank. When she came out of the Command tent, he was nowhere to be seen. A couple of Winslow climbers were talking nearby about an accident on the Ice Fall. Her heart thudded and she raced to Greg’s tent. She pulled back the front flap and found him inside lying down and reading an Outdoor magazine. Sitting up, he shot her a startled look.
“There’s been an accident,” Sarah said breathlessly.
“What kind of accident?” Greg said in alarm.
“I don’t know!”
He shoved his feet into his boots and climbed out of his tent. As he stood, his glance darted around. “Where’s Frank?”
“I don’t know,” she said. An image of someone lying dead in a crevasse flashed before her. She eyed her son anxiously. “He was talking with me in the Command tent, then all of a
