Walter Hine, weak of frame and with little stamina, was exposed to the rigors of a long Alpine night, thirteen thousand feet above the level of the sea, with hardly any food, and no hope of rescue for yet another day and yet another night.

There could be but one end to it.

Not until to-morrow would any alarm at their disappearance be awakened either at Chamonix or at Courmayeur.

It would need a second night before help reached them--so Garratt Skinner had planned it out.
There could be but one end to it.

Walter Hine would die.