The wind moaned wildly along the slopes.

The day frowned upon them sullen and cold with a sky full of snow.
"We will wait a little longer," said Garratt Skinner, "then we must move." He looked at the sky.

It seemed to him now very probable that he would lose the desperate game which he had been playing.

He had staked his life upon it.

Let the snow come and the mists, he would surely lose his stake.
Nevertheless he set himself to the task of rousing Walter Hine.
"Leave me alone," moaned Walter Hine, and he struck feebly at his companions as they lifted him on to his feet.
"Stamp your feet, Wallie," said Garratt Skinner.