The Herdwicks knew the advantage was theirs on ground like this.
Jumping from a boulder, he fell into the swollen beck and made his way up the nearly perpendicular slab.

At the top he found a dangerous ledge and advanced upon the sheep, which had their backs to the stream.

Twining his fingers in a lamb's wool, he picked up the animal and balancing himself precariously threw it as far as he could.

It fell into the beck and scrambled out on the other side, where the track led down the ghyll.

The effort had cost him much, for his heart beat and he gasped for breath, but he doubted if he had done enough.