Moreover, the sun was already in the West, and the ice promontory under which they stood shut its warmth from them.

Walter Hine was in the shadow, and he shivered with cold as much as with fear.
For half an hour Pierre Delouvain tried desperately to work his way up that ice wall, and failed.
"It is too late," he said.

"We shall not get up to-night." Garratt Skinner nodded his head.
"No, nor get down," he added, gravely.

"I am sorry, Wallie.

We must go back and find a place where we can pass the night." Walter Hine was in despair.