He took some pride in the exploit as he gazed back from the top of the snow-slope across the tumult of ice to the rocks on which he had slipped.

He had come through safely, and he was encouraged to go on.
"We won't stop here, I think," said Garratt Skinner.

They had already halted upon the glacier for a second breakfast.

The sun was getting hot upon the slopes above, and small showers of snow and crusts of ice were beginning to shoot down the gullies of the buttress at the base of which they stood.

"We will have a third breakfast when we are out of range." He called to Delouvain who was examining the face of the rock-buttress up which they must ascend to its crest and said: "It looks as if we should do well to work out to the right I think." The rocks were difficult, but their difficulty was not fully appreciated by Walter Hine.